Chapter_99

7 0 00

Thence, to behold his glorious festival,

To Corinth’s mountain-ridge he bore him on.

No praise of song is sweet alike to all:

If I retrace all fame Melesias won

Through boys, no stone at me let envy fling!

I sing of honours no less high attained

At Nemea, and of crowns pankratian sing

By his men gained.