There, quickly cloy’d, ungrateful, and unkind, Left his fair consort in the isle behind, Whom Bacchus sees and loves; decrees the dame Shall shine for ever in the rolls of fame; And bids her crown among the stars be placed, With an eternal constellation graced. The golden circle mounts, and, as it flies, Its diamonds twinkle in the distant skies; There, in their pristine form, the gemmy rays Between Alcides and the dragon blaze.