Book IX, 151

Where is thy celebrated beauty, Doric Corinth ? Where are the battlements of thy towers and thy ancient possessions? Where are the temples of the immortals, the houses and the matrons of the town of Sisyphus, and her myriads of people? Not even a trace is left of thee, most unhappy of towns, but war has seized on and devoured everything. We alone, the Nereids, Ocean’s daughters, remain inviolate, and lament, like haleyons, thy sorrows.