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a man's rare deeds make him as the peer of kings. Let Kallikles in his dwelling beside Acheron find in my tongue a minstrel of his praise, for that at the games[1] of the deep-voiced wielder of the trident his brows were green with parsley of Corinth; of him, boy, did Euphanes, thy aged grandsire, rejoice erewhile to sing.
Each hath his own age-fellow; and what each hath seen for himself that may he hope to set forth best of all. How for Melesias'[2] praise must such an one grapple in the strife, bending the words beneath his grasp, yielding not his ground as he wrestleth in speech, of gentle temper toward the good, but to the froward a stern adversary.
