and what objects of pity and indignation those fierce and savage spirits, who would destroy a world that has so long been the treasury of the arts! […] Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? —————————— ………………………………………………… What art thou like? […] art thou sleeping? […] art hath nought like this, the very air Breatheth of beauty, banishing despair.”

In the extremity of the valley was a cave, not adorned with art, but nature had counterfeited art in its construction, for she had turned the arch of its roof with stones as delicately fitted as if by the hand of man. […] ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, ‘if thou art indeed my father, and art not ashamed of thy offspring, give me back my people, or take me also away!’ […] In works of art she exhibits the matronly air which distinguishes Juno and Ceres. […] His sister had placed her son Perdix under his charge to be taught the mechanical arts. […] Penelope, however, employed every art to gain time, still hoping for Ulysses’ return.