LXXXVIII.

Instantaneously is his fame wafted on high;

His anchors {192c} from the scene of action {192d} cannot be restrained.

Unflinching eagle {192e} of the forward heroes,

He bore the toil, and brilliant was his zeal;

The fleetest coursers he outstripped in war,

But was quite a lamb {193a} when the wine from the goblet flowed.

Ere he reached the grassy tomb, and his cheeks became pale in death,

{193b}

He presided over the banquet of mead, and honoured it with the generous

horn. {193c}

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