the affair of the eighty thousand trusses of hay.
zeu pater alla su rusai up eeros uias achaion,
poieson daithren, dos dopthalmoi sin idesthai
en de phaiei olesson epei nu toi euaden outos.11
(iliad xvii. 645 et seq.)
11 o father zeus, only save thou the sons of the acheans from the darkness, and make clear sky and vouchsafe sight to our eyes, and then, so it be but light, slay us, since such is thy good pleasure.
