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For not uphillward nor steep is the path, if the bard is fain to guide

The feet of the praises of Helicon’s Maids with famous men to abide.

May song’s shaft sped from mine hand as far past all else fly

As in sweetness of spirit unto Xenokrates none came nigh.

Amidst of his townsmen ever a prince of courtesy,