If either of the Vestal virgins had neglected her duty, or violated her vows, nothing could save her from the dreadful death of being buried alive. […] Here likewise is the river Styx, by which if the Gods swore, their oath was inviolable; and Lethe, whose waters, when tasted, produced forgetfulness of past events. […] If the charges were proved, the rites of interment were refused; but if not, the accuser was liable to a heavy punishment, and the body was conveyed to the Elysian fields, accompanied by the applauses of the attendants. […] Were there not other heroes highly respected, if not worshiped by the Pagan world? […] But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the Spirit dwells; And still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds his hidden doom.