Long, long ago, there lived on this island a goddess named Ceres. […] I hold it in my hand this very moment.” […] “‘Spare me this last and youngest one,’ she cried.” […] Since that day this narrow sea has been called the Hellespont. […] Surely, you must think this beautiful.

Minerva heard this, and was displeased. […] But wert thou born of any other god unto this violence, long ere this hadst thou been lower than the sons of Heaven.” […] It was the face of this huntress-maiden that Apollo saw. […] Alpheüs am I, the god of this stream.” […] In spite of this hard condition some would try.