So of old were riches on Kinyras heaped in Cyprus ringed with the sea-crests hoary.
Lo, upon light-poised feet do I stand, drawing breath till again I take up the story;
For in manifold wise many tales have been told; but to coin new thoughts and to put to assay
Of the touchstone—this is perilous all. A dainty morsel are heroes’ praises
For envy’s fang: she leaps on the great, but against the mean not a hand she raises.