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.