But this fair goddess awkwardly tripped and fell on a solemn occasion, and was forced to resign her office. […] Cephalus was a hunter, who fell in love with and married one of Diana’s nymphs, Procris. […] Her daughters fell one by one, never to rise again. […] An inadvertent motion tipped her lamp, and one drop of burning oil, running over the narrow brim, fell upon Cupid’s naked shoulder. […] As soon as she awoke, she called her faithless lover; but no answering sound fell upon her ear except the mocking tones of Echo.