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So he brings to his city glory, the weal of the whole state serving.

He is loved for his kindness to strangers: the golden mean alway

In purpose, the golden mean in action he follows unswerving.

His tongue is at one with his thoughts. Amid athletes he is, thou canst say,

As the Naxian stone that in grinding of bronze all other excelleth.

I will give him to drink of Dirke’s taintless spring that upwelleth

By the stately-rampired gates of the city of Kadmus, whose waters

Were caused to leap to the light by Memory’s deep-zoned daughters.