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234 Who with loud speech to truth allied,

Importunate for money cried,

Bereft of all his wealth and friends,

I sing to one who comprehends.

To him when on the Isthmian field

Neptune the triumph deign'd to yield,

And bound his coursers' flowing mane

With Doric parsley's verdant chain,

In his victorious chariot bright

He honour'd Agrigentum's light.

Him too, engaged in Crisa's fray,

Beheld the potent god of day,

And gave him glory there;

While old Erectheus' noble race

Adorn'd his brow with verdant grace

In Athens' city fair.

Nor would he blame the proud career

Of his steed-urging charioteer,

Nicomachus, whose hands control

The reins that guide him to the goal.

Him too supreme in conquering pow'r,

The heralds of th' Olympic hour,

Priests who to Jove libations bring,

(Elean and Saturnian king,)

Sharing the hospitable feast,

With gratulating voice address'd;

As he fell prostrate at the knee

Of golden-imaged Victory.

Around their land, which they the grove

Designate of Olympian Jove;

There, with immortal honours crown'd,

Ænesidamus' offspring shone;