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what God soever sprung, Nicias, Love was not, as we seem to think, born for us alone; nor first unto us of mortal ﬂesh that cannot see the morrow, look things of beauty beautiful. For Amphitryon’s brazen-heart son that braved the roaring lion, he too once loved a lad, to wit the beauteous Hylas of the curly locks, and, even as father his son, had taught him all the lore that made himself a good man and brought him fame; and would never leave him, neither if Day had risen to the noon, nor when Dawn’s white steeds ﬁrst galloped up into the home of Zeus, nor yet when the twittering chickens went scurrying at the ﬂapping of their mother’s wings to their bed upon the smoky hen—roost. This did he that he might have the lad fashioned to his mind, and that pulling a straight furrow from the outset the same might come to be a true man.

Now when Jason son of Aeson was to go to fetch the Golden Fleece with his following of champions that were chosen of the best out of all the cities in Rh