Surrounding the throne of their sovereign, the other divinities quaff nectar, from a cup presented them by the young and beautiful Hebe. […] Far she behind her leaves her virgin train; To them too cries, and cries to them in vain. […] Not long after her visit, some reeds arose in this place; and as the wind passed through them, they repeated, “King Midas has the ears of an ass.” […] Dash o’er them, ocean! […] Rhadamanthus was employed in compelling the dead to confess their crimes, and in punishing them for their offences.

He was the god of the winds; he could imprison them in a dark cave, or, by setting them free, create tempests. […] Who is said to have instituted them? […] On applying them to his lips, he found they produced the most melodious sounds, so that he formed them into a rustic pipe. […] Apollo promised that he would recompense them on the seventh day, and bade them live happily during the interval. […] Is there any such fire now reverenced by them?