Under his feet roll the thunders, in the caverns of Etna, forged by the Cyclops; his smile rejoices nature; and his nods shakes the foundation of Olympus. […] many fearful natures in one name, I know ye; and these lakes and echoes know The darkness and the clangour of your wings. […] “Why have ye left your bowers desolate,     Your lutes and gentler nature? […] However, Bacchus was often found to be inspired by sentiments of a profoundly tender nature. […] There is nothing, however, which exceeds the possibility of nature, though it borders on its utmost line.