Thía's illustrious race speeded its voyage to end,Whenas the Medes brought forth new sea, and barbarous youth-hoodUrged an Armada to swim traversing middle-Athos. What can be done by Hair when such things yield them to Iron?Jupiter! Grant Chalybon perish the whole of the race,Eke who in primal times ore seeking under the surfaceShowed th' example, and spalled iron however so hard.Shortly before I was shorn my sister tresses bewailèdLot of me, e'en as the sole brother to Memnon the Black,Winnowing upper air wi' feathers flashing and quiv'ring,Chloris' wing-borne steed, came before Arsinoë,Whence upraising myself he flies through aëry shadows,And in chaste Venus' breast drops he the present he bears.Eke Zephyritis had sent, for the purpose trusted, her bondsman,Settler of Grecian strain on the Canopian strand.So willed various Gods, lest sole 'mid lights of the HeavensShould Ariadne's crown taken from temples of herGlitter in gold, but we not less shine fulgent in splendour,We the consecrate spoils shed by a blond-hued head,Even as weeping-wet sought I the fanes of Celestials