From the Muse I shall begin and from Apollo and Zeus. For it is from the
Muses and far-darting Apollo that minstrels and harpers are upon the
earth, but from Zeus come kings. Fortunate is he whomsoever the Muses
love, and sweet flows his voice from his lips. Hail, ye children of
Zeus, honour ye my lay, and anon I shall be mindful of you and of another
hymn.