Be he a boy among boys, or a man among men, or again
An elder mid elders, as places in life’s race-course appertain
Unto humankind—yea, four be the excellences attending
Each life, and to each as it comes all heed should a man be lending.
Thou art lacking in none. Farewell, friend! Lo, unto thee am speeding
The Muses’ honey; and blended therewith is milk white-beading
With fairy bubbles the foam of whose mingling mantles around
A chalice of song ushered in by Aeolian flutes’ sweet sound,