A saying there is among men—“It befits not that great deeds done he amerced of fame
And he buried in earth.” The chant celestial is meet the renown of such to acclaim.
Awake, awake ye the pealing lyre, awake the flute in the honour ringing
Of the crown of contests of steeds which Adrastus founded in Phoebus’ name beside
Asopus’ streams! When I tell their renown, in my far-ringing praise shall be magnified