And Diomedes immortal was made by a Goddess, the golden-haired, grey-eyed.
Stricken with thunderbolts of Zeus the earth at the gates of Thebes yawned wide,
And swallowed up Oikles’ son the seer, a storm-cloud battle-laden.
And peerless the land from of old is in beauty of fair-tressed matron and maiden:
Yea, this Zeus testified, thitherward coming for love of Alkmene and Danae.
In Adrastus’ father and Lynkeus the fruit of wisdom and justice blended she.