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were fleeing to the well-built ancient city
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of Pleuron. And my sweet soul diminished; I knew that my strength was gone, aiai! I breathed my last breath in tears, as I left behind splendid youth.
They say that was the only time that the son of Amphitryon, fearless in battle, ever wetted his eyes with tears, pitying the fate of the man who endured grief. And he answered him in this way:
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For mortals it is best never to be born,
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never to look on the light of the sun. But there is no profit in lamenting this; one must speak of what can be accomplished.
Is there, in the halls of battle-loving Oineus, any daughter, unsubdued by love, whose appearance is like yours? I would gladly make her my splendid bride.
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And to him the soul of Meleager, steadfast in battle, answered: I left behind at home Deianeira, Deianeira did marry Heracles; later she killed him unintentionally by giving him a robe treated with poison, which she thought was a love-charm. with her neck like a fresh olive; golden
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Cypris, charmer of mortals, is still unknown to her.
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White-armed Calliope, stop your well-made chariot right there. Sing of the Olympian ruler of the gods, Zeus son of Cronus,
and the untiring stream of the Alpheus, and the strength of Pelops, and Pisa, where glorious Pherenicus won victory in the race with his feet, and returned to Syracuse with its fine towers,
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bringing to Hieron the leaf of good fortune. For the sake of truth we must give praise, pushing away envy with both hands,
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if any mortal man does well.
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A Boeotian man, Hesiod, attendant of the sweet Muses, said this: He whom the gods honor has a good name among men as well.
