For, of Achaia's sons none ever toiled<br>
Strenuous as Ulysses; but his lot<br>
Was woe, and unremitting sorrow mine<br>
For his long absence, who, if still he live,<br>
We know not aught, or be already dead.<br>
Him doubtless, old Laertes mourns, and him<br>
Discrete Penelope, nor less his son<br>
Telemachus, born newly when he sail'd.