Note 16 — SAPPHO TO PHAON.[1]
Reading edition
Cephalus tells the story poetically in Sandys' translation of Ovid's Met. vii. 701. He was a hunter, who was setting his nets in early dawn,
When grey Aurora, having vanquished night, Beheld me on the ever-fragrant hill Of steep Hymettus, and against my will, As I my toils extended, bare me thence.