Of the fivefold grapple, but there in Nemea’s low-lying plain
Won victory’s healing balm for the blows’ overtasking pain.
But if Aristophanes’ son, in whom is the beauty blended
Of glorious goodlihead and glorious deeds, hath ascended
To the heights of heroic achievement, impossible is it that he
Past Heracles’ Pillars should voyage on o’er a trackless sea,