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Garlands of victory twined in Theron’s hair

Exact of me this debt that Heaven ordains

For Ainesidamus’ son in order fair

To blend the varying strains

Of lyres with voice of flutes and ordering

Of chanted words; and Pisa bids proclaim

His glory⁠—Pisa, poesy’s well-spring

Whence, by the Gods inspired, the great songs ring

That give men deathless fame,