<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0020.tlg001.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><l n="75">These things, then, the Muses sang who dwell on
                                   <placeName key="tgn,7011019">Olympus</placeName>, nine daughters
                              begotten by great Zeus, Cleio and Euterpe, Thaleia, Melpomene and
                              Terpsichore, and Erato and Polyhymnia and Urania and Calliope,<note resp="Loeb" anchored="true">“She of the noble voice.”
                                   Calliope is queen of Epic poetry.</note>who is the chiefest of
                              them all,</l><l n="80">for she attends on
                              worshipful princes: whomever of heaven-nourished princes the daughters
                              of great Zeus honor and behold at his birth, they pour sweet dew upon
                              his tongue, and from his lips flow gracious words. All the
                                   people</l><l n="85">look towards him
                              while he settles causes with true judgements: and he, speaking surely,
                              would soon make wise end even of a great quarrel; for therefore are
                              there princes wise in heart, because when the people are being
                              misguided in their assembly, they set right the matter again</l><l n="90">with ease, persuading them with gentle
                              words. And when he passes through a gathering, they greet him as a god
                              with gentle reverence, and he is conspicuous amongst the assembled:
                              such is the holy gift of the Muses to men. For it is through the Muses
                              and far-shooting Apollo that</l><l n="95">there are singers and harpers upon the earth; but princes are of
                              Zeus, and happy is he whom the Muses love: sweet flows speech from his
                              mouth. For although a man has sorrow and grief in his newly-troubled
                              soul and lives in dread because his heart is distressed, yet, when a
                                   singer,</l></div></body></text></TEI>