“Never! Myself will lay them in a still
Green sepulchre....
... For thee, behold, death draweth on,
Evil and lonely, like thine heart: the hands
Of thine own Argo, rotting where she stands,
Shall smite thine head in twain, and bitter be
To the last end thy memories of me.“[[31]]
[30]. From Dr. A. S. Way’s translation of the Argonautica (Dent and Sons Ltd.).
[31]. From Professor Gilbert Murray’s translation of the Medea (George Allen & Co. Ltd.).