At libations to Zeus what else should rather be sung than the god himself, mighty forever, king for evermore, router of the Pelagonians, dealer of justice to the sons of Heaven?
How shall we sing of him — as lord of Dicte or of Lycaion? My soul is all in doubt, since debated is his birth. O Zeus, some say that thou wert born on the hills of Ida; others, O Zeus, say in Arcadia; did these or those, O Father, lie? "Cretans are ever liars." Yea, a tomb, O Lord, for thee the Cretans builded; but thou didst not die, for thou art for ever.
-- Callimachus, Hymn to Zeus
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