Then Sinope, a many-headed hydra,
An old and wrinkled hag—Gnathine, too,
Her neighbour—Oh! they are a precious pair.
Nanno's a barking Scylla, nothing less—
Having already privately dispatch'd
Two of her lovers, she would lure a third
To sure destruction, but the youth escaped,
Thanks to his pliant oars, and better fortune.
Phryne, like foul Charybdis, swallows up
At once the pilot and the bark. Theano,