Nor can I tell whose prosperous state 95
On constant height is raised by fate:
That, bless'd Thearion, gives to thee
Due portion of felicity. 87
Since prudence ne'er deserts thy mind,
With glorious hardihood combined, 100
May I, a stranger, still be pure
From reprehension's tale obscure!
As rills convey'd into the field
Their fructifying moisture yield,
So I with just and liberal praise 105
The friendly hero's name will raise.
Such is the guerdon of the brave. 93
Nor let a Greek attack my name,
Approaching near, with voice of blame,
Who dwells beyond th' Ionian wave. 95 110
Trusting their hospitable love,
Among the townsmen's social throng
With look serene and bright I move,
And foot estranged from force or wrong.
Advancing time new bliss convey! 115
And let the man who knows me say
If to the strain my tongue impart
The slanders of a rancorous heart. 102
Oh Sogenes! who from the tribe art sprung
Of brave Euxenidæ, (I swear 120
That like the brass-tipp'd javelin, ne'er
I sent beyond the mark my rapid tongue,)
Who carriedst from the wrestler's toil
A sinewy neck and corporal might
Which labour's dew could never soil, 125
Nor sun oppress with noonday light.
And though full arduous were the deed,
More sweet succeeding triumph's meed,
