Reading the fable of that famous falling,
The face of every guest you quickened with a smile,
And thus came honor to the poet's calling.
For this good turn, meanwhile,
I shall not haughtily claim due
The laurels reaped by you.
Had you not read him then,
Phaėton might, perhaps, have fallen flat again.
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