For if one of the sons of men who exults in the cost and the toil
Attain to achievement that shall like a god-built tower stand,
And with Heaven’s help plant the seed of renown in a fruitful soil,
God-honoured he casteth his anchor on Fortune’s farthest strand.
Unto such desires to attain this son of Kleonymus prays
Or ever he cometh with death or with hoar hairs face to face.
And of Klotho enthroned on high this day I implore her grace,
Praying her and her sister Fates propitiously now to draw near
To the heavenward-ringing petition of him that I hold so dear.