But the prize for which each man hath striven, and won, is the soul-alluring
Desire of his heart for the hour that is present—yet what the tide
Of time in a year shall bring, none knoweth. Ah, but enduring
Shall be Thorax’ friendship, I trust! On this car of the Muses I ride
By the help he hath rendered, a friend to a friend, and a guide to a guide.