To go back another way would mean great loss of time; so with his scepter he struck the ground thrice. […] To the hunter good What’s the gully deep or. the roaring flood? […] To meet the young sun, face to face, And pierce like a shaft the boundless space, To pass through the bowers of the silver cloud, To sing in the thunder halls aloud, To spread out the wings for a wild, free flight With the upper cloud winds oh, what delight! […] To this day, the rock Scylla stands in the blue Mediterranean, and is shunned by all who sail upon the sea. […] To punish him for this stupid use of his ears, Apollo changed them to long, furry asses’- ears.