Diana wonderingly gazed upon his beauty, and before long felt her heart beat with more than admiration. […] That one glance, although it drove Diana away in great haste, kindled in his heart an inextinguishable passion. […] Such is the tale of Diana and her lowly lover, which has inspired poets of all ages. […] Diana was widely worshipped, and temples without number were dedicated to her service; among others the world-renowned sanctuary of Ephesus. […] Over hill and dale, through forest and field, Arethusa ran, still closely followed by her too ardent lover, until, exhausted, she paused for breath, crying aloud to Diana to come to her rescue.