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Will no one plunge this babbler in the waves (Worthy a true Charybdis)--while he raves Of monsters seen not since the world began, 25 Cyclops and Læstrigons, who feed on man! For me--I less should doubt of Scylla's train, Of rocks that float and jostle in the main, Of bladders filled with storms, of men, in fine, By magic changed, and driven to grunt with swine, 30 Than of his cannibals:--the fellow feigns, As if he thought Phæacians had no brains.