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232 Whose near protecting godhead leads

The chariot with its rapid steeds.

And thine, Amphitryo, to address

Eubœa, Minya's green recess,

Ceres' famed Eleusinian grove,

Along whose winding course the chariots move.

With these, Protesilaus, I combine,

Rear'd by the Greeks in Phylace thy shrine:

But to recount what numerous meeds

Herodotus' triumphant steeds

From Hermes, patron of the games,

Have won, more ample limit claims

Than bounds my narrow hymn—the mind

In silence greater bliss can find.

Let him on lofty pinions soar

Of the Pierian vocal band,

With choice boughs pluck'd from Pytho's store,

And where flows on Olympia's shore

Alpheus, let him fill his hand.

So shall his triumphs with renown

Thebes of the seven high portals crown.

But he who nourishes a soul

That hopes of secret wealth control,

Thinks not, while others are his scorn,

How his inglorious life to Pluto speeds forlorn.