From their line’s first father beginning, I fain would upraise,
From Tlepolemus, this mine herald-song of praise,
The common right this of Heracles’ puissant race;
For these be descended from Zeus on the father’s side—
Ay, this is their boast!—on the mother’s their blood they trace
To Amyntor through Astydameia Tlepolemus’ bride.
Thick clouds of delusion the truth from men’s hearts hide:
This thing would we find, yet aye it eludes our chase,