Barbarian! thou madest shorter by the head The boldest of his age, on whom did beam The sun 'twixt pole and pole, 'twixt Indus' bed And where he sinks in Ocean's western stream;
Whose years and beauty might have pity bred In Anthropophagus, in Polypheme;
Not thee; that art in wickedness outdone By any Cyclops, any Lestrigon.
