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In the chariot-contest triumphant. He bringeth

No stain on the mighty name

Of the prowess his sires made glorious

Of old. Well know ye the fame

Which Kleonymus won, as the old lay singeth

How his chariot raced victorious.

By the mother akin to the Labdakid Clan, they walked in the ways of wealth, and they trained

With manifold toil the yoke of four.

But time with its onward-rolling days bringeth change upon change: unscarred, unpained

Are none but the Gods’ seed evermore.