All, with applause, the rightful sentence heard, Midas alone dissatisfied appear’d; To him unjustly given the judgment seems, For Pan’s barbaric notes he most esteems. The lyric god, who thought his untuned ear Deserved but ill a human form to wear, Of that deprives him, and supplies the place With some more fit, and of an ampler space, Fix’d on his noddle an unseemly pair, Flagging, and large, and full of whitish hair; Without a total change from what he was, Still in the man preserves the simple ass.