Proserpine offered to restore him to life if he would spend half the year with her in the infernal regions. […] The dying Nessus, unobserved by Hercules, offered a poisoned robe to Dejanira, telling her, that if her husband should ever cease to love her, if she could contrive to put that garment upon him, it would revive his attachment to her. […] No man wishes to cultivate his field if he expects another to take away his harvest; nor will he plough and sow the soil, if he thinks he can go into the next field, and take from it the corn, and not expect to be punished. […] But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the Spirit dwells, And still if bold intruder come. […] Refuse us what would be hurtful to us, even if we should ask it.”