Book XV, 9: In Praise of the Emperor Theodosius

All the renowned deeds of Achilles are thine, except his secret love; thou drawest the bow like Teucer, but art no bastard; thou hast the illustrious beauty of Agamemnon, but wine does not disturb thy mind. In prudence I liken thee in every way to Odysseus, but thine is without evil fraud, and thou dost distil, O King, honeyed accents like those of the old man of Pylos, before thou seest Time touching the third generation.