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Rh In Argos never would I deign

To hide my free looks on the ground.

How many triumphs shed renown

On Prœtus' steed-producing town!

As well in Corinth's narrow strand,

As four times o'er the Cleonæan band.

From Sicyon came in bright array

They who the silver bowls convey;

And from Pellene's walls in vest

Of the sheep's downy softness dress'd:

But never could my hasty verse

The brazen ornaments rehearse,

Since to complete this arduous task

Would more extended leisure ask;

Which near the altars of Lycæan Jove

Achaia's lofty cities place,

While Tegea and Clitorium strove,

The first in speed of foot and strength of hand to grace.

To Pamphaes when Castor came,

His hospitable board to share,

And first in pugilistic fame

His brother Pollux tarried there,

No wondering doubts the mind should move

That athletes they by nature prove,

Guardians of Sparta's wide domain,

With Hercules' and Hermes' aid,

Since they the contest's laws maintain,

Whose bright success themselves have made;

And ever faithful to their trust,

The race divine protect the just.

Now with alternate change they move,

One day to spend with Father Jove,

And one below earth's secret breast,

Within Therapne's cave to rest.