Homer and Hesiod were succeeded by a crowd of poets, who sang all the events of the mythic ages. […] But Hesiod100 sang of a happy race, named the Hyperboreans, dwelling in everlasting bliss and spring beyond the lofty mountains, whose caverns were supposed to send forth the piercing blasts of the north wind101, which chilled the people of Hellas. […] Ares — so sang Demodocos to the Phæacians553 — loved Aphrodite, and often visited her in the absence of her unsightly husband. […] Thus they the whole day long till set of sun Feasted ; nor wanted any one his part Of the equal feast, or of the phorminx fair Which Phœbos held, or of the Muses’ lay, Who sang responding with melodious voice.