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PINDAR.
Lowly when in a lot obscure,
But liberal if my fortunes rise;
These blessings I shall render sure,
Obtain'd with all my energies.
If wealth the favouring god should give, 200
I hope that not unknown to fame
My honoured and illustrious name
In ages yet to come may live.
We know that glorious powers belong
To the sweet poet's epic song; 205
What time he wakes the sounding lyre,
And bids departed worth aspire.
Such Nestor's lot. This charm could save
Lycian Sarpedon from the grave:
But few the lengthen'd age obtain 210
Whose virtue blooms in lyric strain. 205
