“Then rose Hippomenes, not yet afraid, And fix’d his eyes full on the beauteous maid. ‘Where is,’ he cried, ‘the mighty conquest won, To distance those who want the nerves to run? Here prove superior strength; nor shall it be Thy loss of glory, if excell’d by me. High my descent; near Neptune I aspire, For Neptune was grand parent to my sire: From that great god the fourth myself I trace, Nor sink my virtues yet beneath my race. Thou from Hippomenes, o’ercome, mayst claim An envied triumph, and a deathless fame.’