Ceres, offended at his foul grimace, Flung what she had not drunk into his face. The sprinklings speckle where they hit the skin, And a long tail does from his body spin; His arms are turn’d to legs, and, lest his size Should make him mischievous, and he might rise Against mankind, diminutives his frame Less than a lizard, but in shape the same. Amazed the dame the wondrous sight beheld, And weeps, and fain would touch her quondam child; Yet her approach the affrighted vermin shuns, And fast into the greatest crevice runs: A name they gave him, which the spots express’d, That rose like stars, and varied all his 1 breast.