Looking about me, I found a brig called the Hippomenes, bound to Gibraltar, and back.
The people cheered on Hippomenes, eager that such valor should win.
At that instant Hippomenes tossed ahead one of the golden apples.
Elsewhere Hippomenes delivers himself of a superexcellent pun.
She stooped to pick it up, and Hippomenes regained the lead.
Caught by its glitter the maiden stooped again, and while she paused to recover the apple, Hippomenes shot ahead.
Thus for the first time the race was won by another than Atalanta, and Hippomenes claimed the maiden as his rightful reward.
On a certain day the few bold men who were to try their fortune made ready, and chose young Hippomenes as judge.
Against her will she turned to pick up the golden apple, and Hippomenes touched the goal.
Venus did not always befriend true lovers, as she had befriended Hippomenes, with her three golden apples.
