ἀποστρέφονται τὰς γυναῖκας ἄνδρές τε καὶ υἱεῖς. (Whereas others relate that in consequence of the anger of Aphrodité the women of Lemnos became evil-smelling, Myrtilus in the first Book of the “Lesbica” tells a different tale. He says that Medea, sailing past the land, moved by envy cast a poison on the island, and so an ill odour fell on the women; further that there is down to the present time a day once a year, on which owing to this foul odour husbands and sons turn and flee from the women.) Finally there is an Epigram of _Lucillius_ in the _Greek Anthology_ (edit. H. de Bosch, Vol. I. p. 416.) Bk. II. Tit. 14. no. 4., mentioning the evil smell of the Lemnian women: Οὔτε Χίμαιρα τοιοῦτον _ἔπνει_ κακὸν, ἡ καθ’ Ὅμηρον, Οὐκ ἀγέλη ταύρων (ὡς ὁ λόγος) πυρίπνους, _Οὐ Λῆμνος σύμπασ’_, οὐχ Ἁρπυιῶν τὰ περισσὰ, Οὐδ’ ὁ Φιλοκτήτου ποὺς ἀποσηπόμενος, Ὥστε σε παμψηφεὶ νικᾶν, Τελέσιλλα, Χιμαίρας, Σηπεδόνας, ταύρους, ὄρνεα, _Λημνιάδας_. (Neither the Chimaera of Homer had so ill a smell, nor yet the herd (as the story goes) of fire-breathing bulls, not _all Lemnos_, not the foulest of the Harpies, nor even Philoctetes’ putrefying foot. So you see, Telesilla, you outdo—the vote is unanimous,—Chimaeras, putrefactions, bulls, birds, _Lemnian women_!) The stench of Telesilla outdid, we see, all known evil smells, even that of the Lemnian women, etc. Also in _Valerius Flaccus_, bk. II. 99-241., is found this myth of the Lemnian women. [311] Hence Iphis, in _Ovid_, Metam., IX. 723 sqq., says: Iphis amat, qua posse frui desperat, et auget Hoc ipsum flammas: ardetque in virgine virgo. Vix tenens lacrimas: Quis me manet exitus, inquit, Cognita quam nulli, quam prodigiosa novaeque Cura tenet Veneris? si dii mihi parcere vellent. _Naturale malum_ saltem et de _more_ dedissent. Nec vaccam vaccae, nec equas amor urit equarum. Femina femineo correpta cupidine nulla est. Vellem nulla forem. (Iphis loves one that she knows, alas! she can never enjoy, and this fact itself increases her passion. A maiden burns for a maiden. Hardly keeping back her tears she cries: What fate awaits me,—me who suffer sorrow of Venus known to none, a sorrow monstrous and of strange new sort? If the gods were willing to spare me, they would have given me a _natural_ curse surely, one _of ordinary kind_. No cow burns for a cow, no mare for the love of mares, nor any woman is taken with love for a woman. Would I were no woman!) Similarly _Lucillius_ says of the paederast Cratippus in the Greek Anthology, bk. II. Tit. V. no. 1.; Τὸν φιλόοπαιδα Κράτιππον ἀκούσατε· θαῦμα γὰρ ὑμῖν Καινὸν ἀπαγγέλλω· _πλὴν μεγάλαι νεμέσεις_· Τὸν φιλόπαιδα Κράτιππον ἀνεύρομεν ἄλλο γένος· τί; Τῶν ἑτεροζήλων ἤλπισα τοῦτ’ ἂν ἐγὼ; Ἤλπισα τοῦτο, Κράτιππε; μανήσομαι, εἰ λύκος εἶναι Πᾶσι λέγων ἐφάνης ἐξαπίνης ἔριφος.