Book IX, 555: On the Island of Sybota

I am an island, small, seven stadia long, though the geographers neglected (?) to measure me; but still you will see that when I am ploughed I give birth to fat crops, and that I am rich in every kind of fruit, and have plenty of fish to catch, and cool breezes in the dog-days, and the gentleness of unruffed harbours. I am near Phaeacian Coreyra. So that I might be made fun of, I took this name of which I am highly proud.