The noble stag, adorned by Nature’s crown
Walks before the timid doe:
His is higher the renown,
Yet judged by one who’s rather plain-
One whose own ability is low
By selection’s power turned so vain.
Though numbing right is sought by all,
The runner’s bettered by the race
While idle judge behind will fall.
To glory through action rise-
So Atalanta joined the chase;
The winner’s greater than the prize.