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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.