“ ’Tis money, ’tis money that maketh the man!” he said,
When his friends forsook him so soon as his wealth had fled.
But enough—thou art wise. O, famous afar
Is the Isthmian victory won by the car
Thy swift steeds drew, that I sing.
For Poseidon gave to thy sire renown,
And the Dorian garland, the parsley crown
O’er Xenokrates’ hair did he fling.