“O mighty Archer, dost thou flee and yield The victory to Neptune, who bears off A glory cheaply earned? Why dost thou bear That idle bow, thou coxcomb? I shall hope No more to hear thee in our father’s halls. And in the presence of the immortals, boast That thou wilt fight with Neptune hand to bard.”

The archer-god, Apollo, answered not; But thus the imperial wife of Jupiter, Indignantly and with reproachful words, Rebuked the quivered goddess of the chase:⁠—