Far away in the glorious west. […] That one glance, although it drove Diana away in great haste, kindled in his heart an inextinguishable passion. […] But when he at last set them free, Mars darted away, vowing vengeance upon the negligent sentinel, who was still blissfully sleeping. […] Armed with a handful of poppies, Mercury approached Argus, and offered to while away the time by telling him tales. […] Ariadne, for such was the girl’s name, had been forsaken there by her lover, Theseus, who had sailed away while she slept.