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By grace of the Gods there be countless paths far-spreading before my feet;

But, Melissus, thou at the Isthmian Games hast shown me a highway meet

Whereon to follow in song the track of the prowess of thy line

Wherein the sons of Kleonymus ever have prospered by help divine,

And so pass on to the term of mortal life; but ever shifting

Are the winds of fate that swoop upon man, and drive him chartless-drifting.