The winds, which he confined in a cavern, he let loose as he saw fit, or as he was bidden by superior deities. […] At his pleasure, he visited the realms of day, — as when he carried off Proserpina; occasionally he journeyed to Olympus; but otherwise he ignored occurrences in the upper world, nor did he suffer his subjects, by returning, to find them out. […] As he strolled, he blew upon his syrinx or Pandæan pipes. […] But the bull leaped up immediately, now he had gotten her that he desired, and swiftly he sped to the deep. […] No sooner had he uttered the words than he began to change his form.