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And so the impotence that is the shame

Of tongue-tied bards do I escape. I claim

That citizens, friends or foes, shall ne’er conceal

Good work accomplished for the common weal,

That jealousy set not at nought the rede

Of that old Sea-god: “Give whole-hearted praise,

If justice claim it, for each noble deed,

Even to a foe⁠—dispraise is thy disgrace!”

Our maids at Pallas’ yearly feasts saw thee

Full oft victorious, and prayed silently,

Telesikrates, that such their spouse or son might be.