The sound proceeded from the unfortunate box, whose cover Pandora had dropped again, in the first moment of her surprise and pain. […] Hope, whose mission was to heal the wounds inflicted by her fellow prisoners. […] Queen of the sky, whose beams are seen afar! […] Thus lived and died the faithful lovers, whose attachment has passed into a proverb. […] He then skinned the monster, whose shaggy pelt became his favourite covering.