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Nay, if any Achaian of those abiding

Beside the Ionian sea be near me,

He shall nowise blame me: I rest confiding

On my friendship-tie: mid the folk of my land

With clear gaze meeting their eyes I stand.

Of the charge of presumptuous dealing I clear me;

All violence thrust I, a hater of strife,

From my feet. May the residue of my life

Flow blithesomely! He shall testify

Who knoweth me, whether with slander and lie

I jangle the music of life as I go.

Sogenes, son of the Eupatrid Clan,

The mark-line never I overran

When I shot swift speech⁠—as one that should throw