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The Grecian host in speed o'ercame.

Such blessings as the gods impart

Still may I love with tranquil heart,

Seeking in life an easy state—

I find the middle ranks endure

In lasting happiness secure,

And blame th' exalted tyrant's fate.

The virtues of a common kind

Engage my unambitious mind,

Since loss o'er envy still impends.

He who has gain'd the summit fair,

Living remote from anxious care,

Nor to injurious wrong descends,

Reaches black death's most wish'd-for bound,

Shedding, to bless a lovely race,

The richest of possessions round

His noble deeds' illustrious grace;

Such as in hymns transmits to fame

Triumphant Iphiclides' name.

Thee, kingly Pollux, and great Castor's might—

Sons of the gods! who one day dwell

Within Therapne's gloomy cell,

Another on Olympus' towering height.