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When he had kept the fifth-year feast ordained of Heracles,

And bound his hair with wreaths that gleamed with light of victories.

But among mortals one is from his blessings’ height down-thrust

By empty-thoughted self-conceit: through overmuch mistrust

Of his own strength another letteth slip the honour due.

Because a timorous spirit caught his hand and backward drew.