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Rh In a wreath of myrtle I'll wear my glaive,

Like Harmodius and Aristogeiton brave,

When the twain on Athena's day

Did the tyrant Hipparchus slay.

For aye shall your fame in the land be told,

Harmodius and Aristogeiton bold,

Who, striking the tyrant down,

Made Athens a freeman's town.

Translated by John Conington.

My wealth 's a burly spear and brand,

And a right good shield of hides untanned,

Which on my arm I buckle:

With these I plough, I reap, I sow,

With these I make the sweet vintage flow,

And all around me truckle.

But your wights that take no pride to wield

A massy spear and well-made shield,

Nor joy to draw the sword:

O, I bring those heartless, hapless drones,

Down in a trice on their marrow-bones.

To call me king and lord.

Translated by Thomas Campbell.