and what objects of pity and indignation those fierce and savage spirits, who would destroy a world that has so long been the treasury of the arts! […] Nor was crime long in making its appearance. […] Pan again sang, and Midas repeated; when, to his surprise, the latter felt, pressing through his hair, a pair of ears, long and shaggy. […] ye have called me long, I come o’er the mountains with light and song! […] He is represented as an old man, with a long, flowing beard, and sitting upon the waves of the sea.