And resolute are they afar to scare
Insolence, glutted greed’s tongue-shameless dam.
Fair witness of them it is mine to bear;
By forthright boldness spurred to speak I am.
None can suppress our nature’s inborn powers,
Hide them can none. On you, Aletes’ seed,
Oftentimes have the Seasons crowned with flowers
Bestowed the splendour of the victor’s meed
As upon men with hero-prowess fired,
Men in the sacred Games with victory wreathed;
And oft into men’s souls have they inspired
Devices wise by them of old bequeathed.