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’Tis Phoebus gives to men and women skill

To heal all manner of disease;

He gave the lyre, he teacheth whom he will

All Song’s sweet melodies.

Into men’s hearts Fair Governance he brings,

Mother of peace: o’er Pytho’s cell

He broodeth, whence his voice prophetic rings.

In Sparta he made dwell,

In Argos, Pylos’ hallowed town, undaunted

Heracles’ and Aigimius’ line.

Now Sparta’s dear renown must needs be chanted

By her son’s lips, yea, mine.