The ‌death of Marsyas was universally lamented; the fauns, satyrs and dryads, wept at his fate, and from their abundant tears flowed a river of Phrygia, well known by the name of Marsyas. […] The God was so smitten with the candour and beauty of his youthful petitioner, that he married her, and offered to her acceptance a crown of seven stars, which after her death, was formed into a constellation. […] Venus, after shedding many tears at his death, changed him into a flower. […] Now pale and breathless on the grass he lies, For death had shut his miserable eyes.” […] Ye have looked on death since ye met me last!