'Hear my words, O thou of the silver bow, protector of Chryse and divine Cilla, mights lord of Tenedos, O Smintheus, harken! If ever for thee I have built a shrine to thy pleasing, if ever I have burnt fat thighs of bulls and goats on thy altars, then grant my prayer: let my enemy suffer thy arrows for these my tears.'

_the Illiad~