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244 If any combatant success

And fair report united bless.

Then seek not Jove's immortal state,

Since thine is all this prosperous fate.

Mortals in mortal thoughts should rest.

The Isthmian plain and Nemea's fray

To thee, Phylacides, convey

Their double wreaths, and Pytho's day,

Whose heroes the pancratium's meed contest.

But hymns shall never touch my heart

If Æacus receive no part.

To this fair city have I come,

Which law and justice make their home,

To Lampo's offspring, by the muses' aid.

Envy not him whose foot proceeds

In the pure path of heavenly deeds,

If by a mingled song his labours are repaid.

Brave warriors of heroic race

Ere now have won the meed of fame,

Whom harps and sounding flutes proclaim

Victors through lengthen'd ages' space;

Affording to the vocal train,

From Jove, high matter for their strain.

Th' equestrian chaplet Iolaus gain'd

At Thebes, in Argos Perseus' skill obtain'd;

And where the waters of Eurotas flow

Castor and Pollux' spear dealt the triumphant blow.

But in Ænone's island bright

Th' Æacidæ's high natures shone,

They by whose conquering arms in fight

Twice were the Trojan walls o'erthrown.