“The god we now behold with open’d eyes; A herd of spotted panthers round him lies In glaring forms, the grapy clusters spread On his fair brows, and dangle on his head. And while he frowns and brandishes his spear, My mates, surprised with madness or with fear, Leap’d overboard; first perjur’d Madon found Rough scales and fins his stiff’ning sides surround.