I myself will undertake your functions awhile in your
stead.” Hardly raising his eyes, Palinurus answered him
thus:—“I blind myself to smiling seas and sleeping
waves: is that your will? I place my faith on this fickle
monster? What? trust Æneas to lying gales and fair
skies, whose fraud I have rued so often?” So he said,
and went on cleaving and clinging, never dropping his
hand from the rudder, nor his eye from the stars. When 5
lo! the god waves over his two temples a bough dripping
with Lethe’s[200] dews, and drugged by the charms of Styx,