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.