His praise did Euphanes thy grandsire hoary + 

Sing, fain to tell, my son, his prowess’ story. + 

Hymned by the old bards men of old have been; + 

But, whatsoe’er each singer’s self hath seen, + 

That trusteth he that best of all he singeth. + 

So he that chants Melesias’ praise, I ween, + 

Would be as one who every rival flingeth + 

To earth, with words like wrestlers’ limbs that twine; + 

In grapple of speech yields never his mighty line⁠— + 

A courteous conqueror of a noble foe, + 

He deals the churl relentless overthrow. + 