And from Sikyon home with silver laden they came, with cups for the blood of the vine;
And they fared from Pellene with shoulders mantled with woof of the fleece soft-woven fine.
But the countless prizes of works of bronze, their tale can we nowise measure—
For the time would fail us to reckon their number, too brief were all our leisure—
Which Kleitor and Tegea-town, and the burgs Achaian each on her mountain-throne,
And the Hill Lykaian by Zeus’ course, offered, by prowess of feet and of hands to be won.