Red reins, O Goat, these boys have set about</br>Thy neck, a muzzle on thy shaggy snout,</br>And round God’s temple ply their mimic race,</br>That he… - Anyte of Tegea

No more exulting o'er the buoyant sea</br>High shall I raise my head in gambols free;</br>Nor by some gallant ship breathe out the air,</br>Pleas'd with my own bright image figur'd there.</br>The storm's black mist has forc'd me to the land,</br>And laid me lifeless on this couch of sand.

Ἑρμᾶς τᾶιδ᾽ ἕστακα παρ᾽ ὄρχατον ἠνεμόεντα</br> ἐν τριόδοις πολιᾶς ἐγγύθεν ἀιόνος,</br>ἀνράσι κεκμηῶσιν ἔχων ἄμπαυσιν ὁδοῖο·</br> ψυχρὸν δ᾽ ἀχραὲς κράνα ὑποπροχέει.

Sit all beneath fair leaves of spreading bay, And draw sweet water from a timely spring,
And let your breathless limbs, this summer day, Rest, in the west wind’s airy buffeting.