But worse than that, worse even than the deadly bite of the snakes, was the power of their fierce eyes; for whoever looked a Gorgon in the face, was immediately turned to stone! […] — worth much more than any other six eyes put together. […] Am I not far greater than Latona? […] Me, and me only, should you worship, for I am greater than Latona.” […] And this is the song he sang: “O Galatea, you are fairer than the petals of the whitest blossom, more beautiful than the green fields or the young trees, and more pleasing to me than the winter’s sun or the summer’s shade.