When Aulus, the nocturnal thief, made prize
Of Hermes, swift-wing'd envoy of the skies,
Hermes, Arcadia's king, the thief divine,
Who when an infant stole Apollo's kine,
And whom, as arbiter and overseer
Of our gymnastic sports, we planted here;
'Hermes,' he cried, 'you meet no new disaster
Ofttimes the pupil goes beyond the master.'
More verses by William Cowper
- Olney Hymn 30: The Light And Glory Of The Word
- Mary And John
- Ode To Apollo. On An Inkglass Almost Dried In The Sun
- Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome (Translated From Milton)
- Elegy Vii. Anno Aetates Undevigesimo (Translated From Milton)