My vexation at thy presumptuous conduct has robbed me of my colour. […] “You may have your daughter,” answered Jupiter to her supplication, “if she has not tasted food, in the kingdom of Pluto; but if she has, she cannot be restored to you. […] Look at that greedy woman, who has just come hither. […] The Bible has taught us better. […] Some evil genius has sent it to torment me.