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Save only that which attains unto poesy’s perfect flower

By reason that it hath been wedded to far-ringing streams of song.

For Strepsiades then lead forth the procession in this glad hour

With strains sweet-rippling. He brings the pankratian meed of the strong

From Isthmus. In strength is he wondrous, and goodly withal to behold;

Nor his stature is shamed by his valour, his spirit aweless-bold.