There was Iphicles screaming with terror, and there was Hercules squeezing the serpents, whose eyes were still flashing fire. […] In Libya he fought with the cruel giant Antæus, whose strength was invincible as long as he touched the earth. […] But sportive or tender,    Still sought I around That gem with whose splendor    Thou yet shalt be crown’d. […] Save Neptune, whose waters boil with the heat. […] A river in Attica, whose nymphs Hercules consulted, 87.