Truly, a wild being was Pan; but when. […] The spirits of men who were dead came about Orpheus in great crowds, but no one did him harm, and he passed through them without stopping, his thoughts being all of Eurydice. […] All the camp was lit up with the fires upon which the bodies of the dead were being burned according to Grecian custom. […] It was thought an honor to touch the long ropes by which the horse was being drawn.