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But violence bringeth low the fool high-vaunting

At last. Cihcia’s spawn, that demon-thing,

Typhoeus hundred-headed, spirit-daunting,

Escaped not thee, nor yet the Giants’ king,

Whom lightning’s wing

And Phoebus’ shafts o’erthrew, though ne’er so strong.

Phoebus received with gracious condescending

Xenokrates’ son home from Kirrha wending

Crowned with Parnassian wreaths and Dorian song.