And now farewell, ye heavenly habitants!
Ye islands, and ye continents of earth!
And thou, oh main! of briny wave profound!
Oh sweet of speech, Olympian Muses! born
From ægis-wielding Jove! sing now the tribe
Of goddesses; whoe’er, by mortals clasp’d
In love, have borne a race resembling gods.
Ceres, divinest goddess, in soft joy
Blends with Iäsius brave, in the rich tract
Of Crete, whose fallow’d glebe thrice-till’d abounds;