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.