William Stearns Davis,
A Victor of Salamis
“ Themistocles, however, lingered a moment to greet Simonides. The little poet was delighted, despite overweening hopes, at the manly beauty yet modesty of the athlete, and being a man who kept his thoughts always near his tongue, made Glaucon blush more manfully than ever. “Master Simonides is overkind,” had ventured the athlete; “but I am sure his praise is only polite compliment.” “What misunderstanding!” ran on the poet. “How you pain me! I truly desired to ask a question. Is it not a great delight to know that so many people are gladdened just by looking on you?” ”
