“Antilochus, I cannot doubt that Jove And Neptune both have loved thee, teaching thee, Young as thou art, all feats of horsemanship. Small is the need to instruct thee. Thou dost know Well how to turn the goal, and yet thy steeds Are slow, and ill for thee may be the event. Their steeds are swift, yet have they never learned To govern them with greater skill than thou. Now then, dear son, bethink thee heedfully Of all precautions, lest thou miss the prize. By skill the woodman, rather than by strength, Brings down the oak; by skill the pilot guides His wind-tossed galley over the dark sea; And thus by skill the charioteer o’ercomes His rival. He who trusts too much his steeds And chariot lets them veer from side to side Along the course, nor keeps a steady rein Straight on, while one expert in horsemanship, Though drawn by slower horses, carefully Observes the goal, and closely passes it, Nor fails to know how soon to turn his course, Drawing the leathern reins, and steadily Keeps on, and watches him who goes before. Now must I show the goal which, easily