Takes with no frequent embassy her way
O’er the broad main’s expanse, when haply strife
Be risen, and midst the gods dissension sown:
And if there be among th’ Olympian race
Who falsehood utters, [224]Jove sends Iris down
To bring the great oath in a golden ewer:
The far-famed water, from steep, sky-capt rock
Distilling in cold stream. Beneath wide Earth
Abundant from [225]the sacred river-head,
Through shades of blackest night, the Stygian horn