Scarce had the mar; this famous story told, + 

Of vengeance on the Lycians shown of old, + 

When, straight, another pictures to their view + 

The satyr’s fate, whom angry Phoebus slew; + 

Who, raised with high conceit, and puff’d with pride, + 

At his own pipe the skilful god defied. + 

“Why do you tear me from myself?” he cries; + 

“Ah! cruel; must my skin be made the prize? + 

This for a silly pipe?” he roaring said; + 

Meanwhile the skin from off his limbs was flay’d. + 

All bare, and raw, one large continued wound, + 

With streams of blood his body bathed the ground. + 

The bluish veins their trembling pulse disclosed, + 

The stringy nerves lay naked and exposed, + 

His entrails too distinctly each express’d, + 

With every shining fibre of his breast. + 

The fauns and sylvans, with the nymphs that rove + 

Among the satyrs in the shady grove, + 

Olympus, known of old, and every swain + 

That fed, or flock, or herd, upon the plain, + 

Bewail’d the loss, and with their tears, that flow’d, + 

A kindly moisture on the earth bestow’d, + 

That soon, conjoin’d and in a body ranged, + 

Sprung from the ground, to limpid water changed; + 

Which, down through Phrygia’s rocks, a mighty stream, + 

Comes tumbling to the sea, and Marsya is its name. + 