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Far beyond envy are the praises stored

For victors at Olympia crowned.

Songs are my sheep; I, as some shepherd-lord,

Find them fair pasture-ground.

By God’s gift inspiration bloometh aye

In the bard’s heart unfadingly.

Son of Archestratus, know thou this day,

Agesidamus, that my victory-lay

Shall sweetly sound for thee,