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Seven times Hellotia crowned him. ’Twere too long

To tell how with their father Ptoiadore

Did Terpsias and Eritimus strong

Triumph in games beside the Sea-god’s shore;

How oft at Delphi ye, and in the Lion’s

Dark glen stood first⁠—though my song-treasury

Outrival all bards, their tale bids defiance

To reckoning; countless as the sands they be.