Whose near protecting godhead leads85
The chariot with its rapid steeds.
And thine, Amphitryo, to address
Eubœa, Minya's green recess,
Ceres' famed Eleusinian grove,
Along whose winding course the chariots move. 82
With these, Protesilaus, I combine,91
Rear'd by the Greeks in Phylace thy shrine:[1]
But to recount what numerous meeds
Herodotus' triumphant steeds
From Hermes, patron of the games,95
Have won, more ample limit claims
Than bounds my narrow hymn—the mind
In silence greater bliss can find. 89
Let him on lofty pinions soar
Of the Pierian vocal band,100
With choice boughs pluck'd from Pytho's store,
And where flows on Olympia's shore
Alpheus, let him fill his hand.
So shall his triumphs with renown
Thebes of the seven high portals crown.105
But he who nourishes a soul
That hopes of secret wealth control,
Thinks not, while others are his scorn,
How his inglorious life to Pluto speeds forlorn. 100
- ↑ Phylace was a town in Thessaly, where Protesilaus reigned, and where funeral games were celebrated at his tomb.
