To you I have given wings, on which you may fly aloft <br /> Above the boundless sea and all the earth <br />With ease. At feasts and banquets you will be present <br /> On all occasions, lying in the mouths of many, <br />And to the clear-toned sound of pipes young men <br /> With seemly grace and loveliness, their voices fair and clear, <br />Will sing of you. And when beneath the hollows of the murky earth <br /> You go to Hades' halls ringing with lamentation, <br />Not even then, though dead, will you ever lose your fame; instead, you will be known <br /> To people of all time, your name imperishable, <br />Kyrnos, roaming through mainland Hellas and up and down the islands, <br /> Passing over the restless fish-swarming sea, <br />Not mounted on the backs of horses, but sent abroad <br /> By the radiant gifts of the Muses, violet-crowned: <br />To all who care for them, even to those who are not yet born, you will be <br /> Alike a theme of song, so long as earth and sun exist. <br />From you, however, I get scant respect; <br /> Instead, you cheat me with words as if I were a little child.<br /><br />Theognis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragments-lines-0237-0254/
