But tell me truly, if he still doth live.
Hyllus: Euboea stands with high uplifted head,775
On every side lashed by the tossing waves.
Here high Caphereus faces Phrixus' sea,
And here rough Auster blows. But on the side
Which feels the blast of snowy Aquilo,
Euripus restless leads his wandering waves;
Seven times his heaving tides he lifts on high,780
Seven times they sink again, before the sun
His weary horses plunges in the sea.