She was made in heaven, every god contributing something to perfect her. […] Skill fails, courage sinks, and death seems to come on every wave. […] While she reviews every object, and strives to recall every incident, looking out over the sea, she descries an indistinct object floating in the water. […] I trembled in every limb, yet I kissed the earth and the tree. […] They were repeated every fifth year in midsummer, and continued five days.