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It is meet that of Athens a trainer be lent! If thou art come condescending

To praise Themistius, Muse, shrink not! Uplift thy voice! Hoist high

The sail to the topmast-yard! Proclaim him victor with fists contending

And in that strife all-overcoming, who won him a double victory

At Epidaurus, and thence to the portals of Aiakus did he bear

Flower-garlands with green sprays twined, led on by the Graces of golden hair.