For he will not plunge beneath the earth; and his hoof-prints, I ween, will point us to some bay above the sea." (ll.

1380-1392) Thus he spake, and the fit counsel pleased all.

This is the tale the Muses told; and I sing obedient to the Pierides, and this report have I heard most truly; that ye, O mightiest far of the sons of kings, by your might and your valour over the desert sands of Libya raised high aloft on your shoulders the ship and all that ye brought therein, and bare her twelve days and nights alike.

Yet who could tell the pain and grief which they endured in that toil?
Surely they were of the blood of the immortals, such a task did they take on them, constrained by necessity.

How forward and how far they bore her gladly to the waters of the Tritonian lake! How they strode in and set her down from their stalwart shoulders! (ll.