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Him who slew the invincible Hector, and Troy’s strong pillar did shiver,

And of whom was Kyknus slain

And the Dawn-queen’s Aethiop son. Many swift shafts lie in my quiver;

To the wise is their meaning plain;

For the common herd need they interpreters. Who is by nature discerning

Is the poet inspired; but the vehement babblers of other men’s learning

Croak vanity⁠—crows be the twain!⁠—