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O Pytheas, still doth thy mother’s brother honour his kin who follow

In the steps of one of the selfsame blood. Upon thee did Nemea smile,

And the Delphian festal month of Aegina, ever-beloved of Apollo.

Triumphant wast thou o’er thine age-mates all, alike in thy native isle,

And by Nisus’ hill of the pleasant glades. I rejoice that for glory’s crown

In the lists of honour contendeth still Aegina’s every town.

But forget not thy debt to Menander, through whom were thy toils repaid with renown.