stript olive leaves, stands aloft in the prow with a charger
in hand, and far into the briny waves flings the entrails,
and pours the sparkling wine. A wind gets up from the 30
stern, and escorts them on their way. Each vying with
each, the crews strike the water, and sweep the marble
surface.
Meanwhile Venus, harassed with care, bespeaks Neptune,
and utters from her heart plaints like these: “The
fell wrath of Juno’s bottomless heart constrains me, Neptune,
to stoop to all the abasement of prayer—wrath that no