She has keys in her hand, to signify her keeping, locked up in her bosom, the seeds of every sort of fruit. […] In short, almost every nation had its own Jupiter. […] Aurora, every morning, opens the gates of heaven, precedes her father, and announces his return. […] Another kind of serpent was preserved in a tower, and the priests, every day, placed cakes in its chamber. […] They sacrificed horses to him, and every hundredth man taken in battle.