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.