At the hallowed eagle of Zeus! O my soul, on the bow be thou aiming—
And at whom in all love wilt thou speed
The renown-giving arrow? To Akragas send thou it, boldly proclaiming—
Bidding Truth of thine oath take heed—
That through years five-score no city on earth hath been known to rear on
Her breast any son more kindly in spirit to friends than Theron,
None of more liberal deed.