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254 Death's common stroke we all await

But he that would the scene beyond survey,

To him will never find it given

To tread the brazen soil of heaven.

The winged Pegasus overthrew

Bellerophon his lord, who flew

In thought the heavenly seats above

To the bright council hall of Jove;

For still a bitter end alloys

The transport of unlicensed joys.

But, Phœbus, thou whose locks are spread

In golden lustre round thy head,

Grant us to gain the Isthmian crown,

And that which Pytho yields in contests all thine own!