In Argos never would I deign 80
To hide my free looks on the ground.
How many triumphs shed renown
On Prœtus' steed-producing town!
As well in Corinth's narrow strand,
As four times o'er the Cleonæan band. 79 85
From Sicyon came in bright array
They who the silver bowls convey;
And from Pellene's walls in vest
Of the sheep's downy softness dress'd:
But never could my hasty verse 90
The brazen ornaments rehearse,
Since to complete this arduous task
Would more extended leisure ask;
Which near the altars of Lycæan Jove
Achaia's lofty cities place, 95
While Tegea and Clitorium strove,
The first in speed of foot and strength of hand to grace. 90
To Pamphaes when Castor came,
His hospitable board to share,
And first in pugilistic fame 100
His brother Pollux tarried there,
No wondering doubts the mind should move
That athletes they by nature prove,
Guardians of Sparta's wide domain,
With Hercules' and Hermes' aid, 105
Since they the contest's laws maintain,
Whose bright success themselves have made;
And ever faithful to their trust,
The race divine protect the just.
Now with alternate change they move, [1] 110
One day to spend with Father Jove,
And one below earth's secret breast,
- ↑ See the conclusion of the [[../../Pythian Odes/11|eleventh Pythian ode]].
