“Old Janus, if you please, Grave two-faced father.” […] Orpheus, however, in his anxiety to see if she were following him, looked round, and Eurydice disappeared from his sight, instantly and forever. […]                                  … If you please To choose me for your Pylades.” […] A skilful singer, who presumed to challenge the Muses to sing, upon condition that if he did not sing best they might inflict any penalty they pleased. […] Incense alone was usually offered on her altars, but if there was a victim it was a white goat.