The sun his annual course obliquely made, Good days contracted and enlarged the bad. […] Phœbus swore by the Styx that he would grant him whatever he required; and Phaeton demanded of him to drive his chariot (that of the sun) for one day. […] This was effected by the rays of the sun when they fell on it. […] On his altars are immolated a bull or a white lamb — to him is offered the crow, supposed to read the future, the eagle who can gaze on the sun, the cock whose cry welcomes his return, and the grasshopper, who sings during his empire. […] The chariot of the sun was also by this deity.