Metamorphoses - Book 6:61

Think how a tract of the sky, when the sun breaks suddenly through

at the end of a rain shower, is steeped in the long, great curve of a rainbow;

the bow is agleam with a range of a thousand various hues,

but the eye cannot tell where one fades into another;

adjacent

tones are so much the same, though the difference is clear at

the edges.

Such were the colours the two contestants used in the

fabric.

Their patterns were also shot with flexible threads of gold,

as they each spun out an old tale in the weft of their separate looms.

Minerva depicted the rock of Mars on the heights of

Cecrops

and wove the ancient dispute concerning the name of the land.