Ovid, Metamorphosis (8), trans. Arthur Golding (London: Willyam Seres, 1567):

There Pan among the fayrye elues that dawneed round toogither
In setting of his conning out for singing and for play
Uppon his pype of réedes and war, presuming for too say·
Apollos musick was not like too his, did take in hand
A farre vnequall match, wherof the Tmole for iudge should stand.
The auncient iudge sitts downe vppon his hill, and ridds his eares
From trées, and onely on his head an Oken garlond weares,
Wherof the Acornes dangled downe about his hollow brow.
And looking on the God of n[]ate he sayd: yée néede not now
Too tarry longer for your iudge. Then Pan blew lowd and strong
His country pype of réedes, and with his rude and homely song
Delighted Midas eares, for he by chaunce was in the throng.
When Pan had doone, the sacred Tmole too Phebus turnd his looke,
And with the turning of his head his busshye heare he shooke.
Then Phebus with a crowne of []ay vppon his golden heare
Did swéepe the ground with scarlet robe. In left hand he did beare
His viall made of precious stones and Iuorye intermirt.
And in his right hand for too strike, his bowe was réedy fixt.
He was the verrye paterne of a good Musician ryght
Anon he gan with conning hand the tuned strings too smyght.
The swéetenesse of the which did so the iudge of them delyght,
That Pan was willed for to put his Réedepype in his cace,
And not too fiddle nor too sing where vialls were in place.
The iudgement of the holy hill was lyked well of all,
Saue Midas, who found fault therwith and wrongfull did it call.
Apollo could not suffer well his foolish eares too kéepe
Theyr humaine shape, but drew them wyde, & made them long & déepe.
And filld them full of whytish heares, and made them downe too sag.
And through too much vnstablenesse continually too wag.
His body kéeping in the rest his manly figure still,
Was ponnisht in the part that did offend for want of skill.
And so a slowe paaste Asses eares his heade did after beare.
This shame endeuereth he too hyde. And therefore he did weare
A purple nyghtcappe euer since. But yit his Barber who
Was woont too notte him spy[]d it: and béeing eager too
Disclose it, when he neyther durst too vtter it, nor could
It kéepe in secret still, hée went and digged vp the mowld,
And whispring softly in the pit, declaard what eares hée spyde
His mayster haue, and turning downe the clowre ageine, did hyde
His blabbed woordes within the ground, and closing vp the pit
Departed thence and neuer made mo woordes at all of it.
Soone after, there began a tuft of quiuering réedes too growe
Which béeing rype bewrayd theyr séede and him that did them sowe.
For when the gentle sowtherne wynd did lyghtly on them blowe,
They vttred foorth the woordes that had béene buried in the ground
And so reproude the Asses eares of Midas with theyr sound. (11)