And now, good drinker of the spring that was
of the scion of the Gorgon, I pray that thou mayst do sacrifice upon me and pour plentiful libation of far goodlier gust than the daughters of Hymettus; up and come boldly unto this wrought piece, for ‘tis pure from venom-venting prodigies such as were hid in that other, which the thief who stole a purple ram set up unto the daughter6 of three sires in Thracian Neae over against Myrinè.
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