ABSTRACT
“From the hot breath of turbid Notus, pushed by dirty rains and clouds, and devoid in appearance of any happiness; from the freezing white Boreas, who binds the waters; and from the swift Eurus, or from any other wind considered fierce or quiet; and from the rolling waves of the River Achelous, which is as wild as the pathetic Orestes without the true loyalty of Pirithous; and from the furors of the god praised too much by Acoestes; 1 and from the fires ill-spouted by the perfidious Typhoeus; and from the movements that the mountains make in their pain when they want to alleviate their torments, Bellona defends, strong with daring spirit. And I set myself to serve her.
