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Upborne on the shining wings of the sweet-voiced Muses nine,

With garlands from Pytho, with choicest wreaths from Alpheus’ flood

And Olympia’s contests won, may he his hands entwine

For the honour of Thebes seven-gated. But if one secretly brood

Over hoarded wealth, and at other men mouth, he considereth not

That to death he is rendering up his soul⁠—and his name shall rot.