old age, and recover flourishing youth. And yet the gleam of a mortal's excellence does not diminish along with the body—no, the Muse nurtures it. Hieron, you have displayed to mortals the most beautiful flowers of prosperity. Silence is no ornament for a successful man. With remembrance of fine deeds a man will also sing the gracious recompense made by the honey-voiced Cean nightingale. Ode 4 For Hieron of Syracuse Chariot Race at Delphi 470 B. C. Golden-haired Apollo still loves the state of Syracuse and honors Hieron, the city's lawful ruler. For his praises are sung as a Pythian victor for a third time beside the navel of the high-ridged land, through the excellence of his swift-footed horses. Ourania's sweet-voiced cockerel, ruler of the lyre but with willing mind showered with hymns. And yet a fourth time we would be honoring the son of Deinomenes if some held the scales of Justice he can be crowned with garlands, as the only man on earth who has accomplished this in the vale of Cirrha by the sea; and he has two Olympian victories to sing of as well. What is better than to be loved by the gods and to be granted a share of every kind of noble deed? Ode 5 For Hieron of Syracuse Single-horse victory at Olympia 476 B. C. Fortunate in your fate, commander of the Syracusans, riders of whirling horses: you, if any man on earth today, will rightly understand this honor, sweet gift of the violet-garlanded Muses. Now, calm your righteous mind; rest it from cares, and consider: a hymn, woven with the help of the deep-waisted Graces, is sent from the holy island Ceos, off the coast of Attica ; homeland of Bacchylides and his uncle, the poet Simonides. to your glorious city by your guest-friend, the brilliant servant of Ourania with her golden headband. He wants to pour forth his voice from his heart