“Old man! (Oïleus rashly thus replies) Thy tongue too hastily confers the prize; Of those who view the course, nor sharpest eyed, Nor youngest, yet the readiest to decide. Eumelus’ steeds, high bounding in the chase, Still, as at first, unrivall’d lead the race: I well discern him, as he shakes the rein, And hear his shouts victorious o’er the plain.”