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His sire Agesilas I count as blest as man may be

For wondrous goodly form and fearless inborn constancy.

Yet, though a man have wealth and all-surpassing comeliness,

Though he show might pre-eminent in athletes’ conflict-stress,

Let him bethink him⁠—mortal limbs his raiment doth array,

And the last vesture he shall don will be the grave-mound’s clay.