Who breathed into Argo spirit divine, when Argus the wright
Knit her with bolts, that she could not be trapped in doom’s despite.
O Aison’s son, for the hest of thy king no more fear thou,
Since a God hath vouchsafed unto us to flee all scatheless now
Through yonder rocks: yea, all thy toils which are yet to be done
Shall lightly be compassed, as Phineus foretold, Agênor’s son.’
So spake he; and forward past the Bithynian land he sped
The ship right on through the midst of the sea. But Jason said— {620}
And sad was his voice and low as he answered the hero-chief:—
‘Ah, Tiphys, to what end thus wouldst thou hearten me in my grief?