of the worship of Hercules. He himself set up in
the grove this altar, which shall ever be named by us
the greatest, and shall ever be the greatest in truth.
Come then, warriors, and in honour of worth so glorious 10
wreathe your locks with leaves, and present in your hands
brimming cups, and invoke our common deity, and pour
libations with gladness of heart.” As he ended, the white-green
poplar cast its Herculean shade over his locks and
hung down with a festoon of leaves, and the sacred goblet 15
charged his hand. At once all with glad hearts pour