I would win my way to the coast, apple-bearing Hesperian coast of which the minstrels sing, where the Lord of the Ocean denies the voyager further sailing, and fixes the solemn limit of Heaven which giant Atlas upholds. There the streams flow with ambrosia by Zeus's bed of love, and holy Earth, the giver of life, yields to the gods rich blessedness.

Hippolytus, l. 742