As often as she met a spirit of sleep, or of dreams, she would stop it and ask, “Have you seen my daughter, Proserpina?” […] When he was a mere babe of a few months, he met his first great danger. […] The search for Atlas was long and hard, and Hercules met with many strange adventures. […] Then, indeed, it might have gone hard with the hero, but that upon the way the god Mercury met him. […] The last people whom Ulysses met in his wanderings.