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What though the cravings of envy like veils bedim

The vision of many men’s souls?⁠—ah, never let him

Hush into coward silence the praise

Of his father’s prowess, nor these my lays!

Not statue-like idly to stand

Did I fashion them! Nikesippus, bear

This, to my loyal friend to declare,

When thou comest to that far land.