And that grew song which was mere music erst.
"Be my Parnassos, thou Pangaian mount!
And turn thee, river, nameless hitherto!
Famed shalt thou vie with famed Pieria's fount!
Here I await the end of this ado:
Which wins—Earth's poet or the Heavenly Muse." ...
But song broke up in laughter. "Tell the rest,
Who may! I have not spurned the common life,
Nor vaunted mine a lyre to match the Muse
Who sings for gods, not men! Accordingly,