who is not bullied by bold-tongued envy praise the man who is skillful, as is just. All works of mortals are open to fault-finding. But truth tends to win the victory, and all-subduing time always [preserves] a fine deed. The [vain speech] of enemies diminishes, unseen Lines 210-219 are lost. warms the spirit with hope. With such hope I too, trusting in the [Muses] with their crimson headdresses, present a [crown] of songs, [of newly-combed wool], and honor the splendor-loving hospitality which [you], Lampon, [have provided] for me; may you not regard [my gift for your son] as slight. And if it truly is flourishing Clio who has distilled this gift in my [mind], songs filled with words of delight will proclaim him to all the people. Ode 14 For Cleoptolemus of Thessaly Chariot-Race at the Petraia Date unknown To have a good allotment from the gods is the best thing for men. Fortune can destroy even a noble man, if she comes as a grievous burden, and can make a worthless man shine on high, if she works out well. Different people have different honors. There are countless forms of excellence among men, but one stands out among all of them: when a man has conducted whatever lies at hand with a just mind. The voice of the lyre and clear-sounding choruses do not harmonize with the deep griefs of battle, nor does the clang of clashing bronze with festivities. For every work of men [appropriateness] is the finest thing. When someone does well, a god [advances?] him too. In gratitude to Cleoptolemus, we must now sing of the precinct of Poseidon Petraios, and of the glorious son of Pyrrichus, victorious with his horses, who of hospitable and just The rest of the ode is lost. Ode 14b For Aristoteles of Larisa Golden-throned Hestia, you who increase the great prosperity of the rich Agathocleadae, seated in the midst of city streets near the fragrant river Peneius in the valleys of sheep-nurturing Thessaly. From there Aristoteles came to flourishing Cirrha , and was twice crowned, for the glory of horse-mastering Larisa The rest of the ode is lost.