Not yet was Zeus's foster-mother famed,
Nor slow Boötes round the north star wheeling;315
Nor Boreas nor Zephyr gently stealing,
Each feared or welcomed, though as yet unnamed.
First Tiphys dared to spread his venturous sail,
The hidden lesson of the breezes learning,
Now all his canvas to the Zephyrs turning,320
Now shifting all to catch the changing gale.
Now midway on the mast the yard remains,
Now at the head with all its canvas drawing,