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]