’Tis the Gods that ope all paths unto mortals + 

Whereby unto excellence toilers attain; + 

For poesy’s, prowess’s, eloquence’ portals + 

They unbar. Albeit to praise I am fain + 

This hero, I trust I shall hurl not in vain + 

Wide of the lists my javelin, winging + 

From the hand that hath poised it its quivering flight, + 

Beyond all rivals my shaft far-flinging. + 

May the days through his life-tide be alway bringing + 

Wealth, bliss, in a course ever steered aright, + 

With oblivion of fortune’s past despite. + 