No book of monsters is complete
Without the Minotaur of Crete.
Yet should I draw him you would quail,
So in his place I draw a veil.
O stars, that from Creation's birth
Have winked at everything on earth,
Who shine where poets fear to tread,
Relate the story in my stead!

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Although it's comforting to know
That Theseus slew him long ago,
We need not boast, we too could do
With--well, a Theseus or two.