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Samos of Mantinea, Halirhothius’ son, sped fast

Beyond the rest; and Phrastus’ lance with aim unerring flew;

And Nikeus past all rival marks the huge stone discus cast,

The weight that whirling round with circling sweep of hand he threw.

Then thundered forth the mighty cheer from all his war-mates there.

And lo, the fair-faced moon’s sweet light lit up the evening air.