Imagine, therefore, her surprise when she distinctly heard these words, uttered in the most pitiful accents: “Pandora, dear Pandora, have pity upon us! Free us from this gloomy prison! […] A Roman general, ere setting out on any warlike expedition, always entered the sanctuary of Mars, touched the sacred shield with the point of his lance, shook the spear in the hand of the god’s effigy, and called aloud, “Mars, watch over us!” […] “‘Bear me witness, Earth, and ye, broad Heavens Above us, and ye, waters of the Styx, That flow beneath us, mightiest oath of all, And most revered by the blessed gods! […] On his mighty shoulders lie Raven locks, and in his eye A cruel beauty, such as none Of us may wisely look upon.”