At the festal assembly of Zeus Lycaean
Wondrous he showed in Parrhasia’s sight,
And again at Pellene’s games Heraean
He won him a warm defence from the spite
Of the blasts of winter, a mantle-vest.
And the sepulchre where Iolaus doth rest,
And Eleusis beside the sea attest
The splendour of all his deeds of might.
The gifts that by Nature’s self be given
Are ever the best; yet many there be
That by learning of teachers have painfully striven
To attain unto honour’s felicity.
But the deed whose achievement no God hath blessed,
That it never be published abroad is best.
Some paths there be that in glory’s quest
Lead farther than others her votary.