For whom, with freedom on God’s rock grounded,
The statutes of Hyllus pledged to maintain,
That city hath been by Hiero founded;
For the sons of Pamphylus are ever fain—
Yea, so is the line of the Herakleid strain
’Neath the beetling crags of Taÿgetus dwelling—
By Aegimius’ Dorian laws to abide.
They gat them Amyklae, and prospered past telling
Who from Pindus down-swooping in glory excelling
By the Tyndarids dwelt, who on white steeds ride,
And their spear-fame as flower-studded meads blossomed wide.