There, soft music, and odorous flowers, and still waters, and green groves, shall forever delight you. […] He pleaded in vain; Aglauria still stood in the doorway, nor would she suffer him to pass. […] I am sorry to say there is still much false religion in the world. […] Perseus still slumbered, but Aurora unbarred the gates of day, and roused him from his rest. […] she cried, “I detest Apollo, but still he pursues me.