Chapter 12

Like a skillful helmsman, Clio, mistress of song, guide my thoughts now in a straight course, if you ever did before. For to the prosperous island of Aegina queenly Victory commands me to go, to my hospitable friends, and adorn the god-built city and the strong-limbed wrestling at Nemea friend in the competitions of the neighboring people. They were honored with celebrations for thirty splendid victories, some in [ Pytho,]

others in the neck of Pelops' holy island, full of pine, others in the precinct of Nemean Zeus, god of brilliant lightning flashes these and at the silver-whirling [Alpheus?]