In the duty ordained of our fathers.
With his sire’s brother’s glory he vies,
Is in usance of wealth ever wise,
Nor in arrogance lawlessly
Grasps at youth’s pleasures, but gathers
Flower-wisdom of poesy
To the Muses’ hid garden ascending.
And he draweth nigh unto thee,
O Earth-shaker, Lord of the sea,
In thy chariot-contests contending.
More sweet is his guest-befriending
Than the celled honeycomb of the bee.