That neighbour with the stars, and thence direct
Southward thy path to where the Amazons
Dwell, husband-hated, who shall one day people
Thermódon’s bank, and Themiscyre, and where
Harsh Salmydessus whets his ravening jaws,
The sailor’s foe, stepmother to the ships.
These maids shall give thee escort. Next thou’lt reach
The narrow Cimmerian isthmus, skirting bleak
The waters of Mæotis. Here delay not,
But with bold breast cross thou the strait. Thy passage