Even so, Agesidamus, when from emprise nobly wrought + 

A man descendeth all unsung to mansions of the dead, + 

Scant pleasure all his toil hath won, his breath was spent for nought. + 

But upon thee the sweet-voiced lyre and dulcet flute have shed + 

The grace of all their winsomeness: like some wide-spreading tree + 

By those Zeus-born Pierian Maids thy fame shall fostered be. + 