The defeated monarch fell beneath his son’s parricidal hand; and from the blood thus shed sprang the Giants and the Furies, rendering fruitful also the foam of the sea, of which was born Venus Aphrodite. […] Why use me thus now, Yet am I king over my self’s rule, The torturing and conflicting throes within, As Jove rules you when hell grows mutinous.” […] While the courser was thus occupied, Apollo mounted his back, placed the Muses with him, and Pegasus, lifting his wings, carried them to the court of Bacchus. […] When Bacchus, for thus was he ‌named, had grown out of their guidance, Silenus became his preceptor and foster-father. […]     Can thus the warrior move, To scorn his meed of victory?