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And you, O Aiakus’ sons, upon golden chariots mounted,

I deem it a sacred ordinance laid most clearly on me,

Whensoe’er I set foot on your isle, to shower on you praise; for uncounted

Highways of five-score feet stretch farther than eye can see

For your noble achievements: they pass to southward beyond Nile’s fountains,

And away to the land lying north of where Boreas leaps from his mountains.

No city there is so uncouth of speech, but hath heard the story

Of the blest one, spouse of a Goddess, of hero Peleus’ glory,