To have good hap and reputation fair.
Seek not to be as Zeus; all things are thine
If to thee falls of these best gifts thy share;
For mortal bounds must mortal men confine.
But, O Phylakidas, for thee at Isthmus lies in store
A twofold meed of fadeless fame, at Nemea for you twain,
For thee and Pytheas, crowns pankratian. Oh, mine heart no more
Rapture of song can taste, except the Aiakids swell the strain.
Led by the Graces I, by sons of Lampon summoned o’er,