And in the Heliotrope the nymph is true."
Ovid.
These unhappy endeavours of Apollo, determined him to take refuge in friendship, and he attached himself to the young Hyacinth;
——"Hyacinth, long since a fair youth seen,
Whose tuneful voice turned fragrance in his breath,
Kissed by sad Zephyr, guilty of his death."
Hood.
But misfortune appeared to cling to all who were favoured by Apollo, for as they played at quoits with Zephyr, the latter fired by jealousy, blew the quoit of Apollo on the forehead of the unhappy mortal, who fell dead upon the green turf on which they were playing; while his blood sinking into the ground, produced the flower which still bears his name.
