Living
Book IX, 588
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Even as thou seest, stranger, his stout heart in the bronze image, so Hellas saw the might of Clitomachus. For when he had put off the blood-stained cestus from his hands, he straightway fought in the fierce pancratium. In the third event he fouled not his shoulders in the dust, but wrestling without a fall won the three contests at Isthmus. Alone among the Greeks he gained this honour, and seven-gated Thebes and his father Hermocrates were crowned.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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