God of Delos , may the choruses of the Ceans warm your heart, and may you grant god-sent noble fortune. Ode 18 (Dithyramb 4) Theseus [for the Athenians] [Chorus] 
King of sacred Athens , lord of the luxuriously-living Ionians, why has the bronze-belled trumpet just now sounded a war song? Does some enemy of our land beset our borders, leading an army? Or are evil-plotting robbers, against the will of the shepherds, rustling our flocks of sheep by force? What is it that tears your heart? Speak; for I think that you of all mortals have the aid of valiant young men at your disposal, son of Pandion and Creusa. [Aegeus] Just now a herald arrived, having come by foot on the long road from the Isthmus. He tells of the indescribable deeds of a mighty man. That man killed overweening Sinis, who was the greatest of mortals in strength; he is the son of Lytaeus the Earthshaker, son of Cronus. And he has slain the man-killing boar in the valleys of Cremmyon, and reckless Sciron. He has closed the wrestling school of Cercyon; Procoptes has met a better man and dropped the powerful hammer of Polypemon. I fear how this will end. [Chorus] Who is the man said to be, and from where? How is he equipped? Is he leading a great army with weapons of war? Or does he come alone with only his attendants, like a traveller wandering among foreign people, this man who is so strong, valiant, and bold, who has overcome the powerful strength of such great men? Indeed a god impels him, so that he can bring justice down on the unjust; for it is not easy to accomplish deed after deed and not meet with evil. In the long course of time all things come to an end.