He gently marched along, and by degrees, Left the dry meadows and approached the seas, Where now he dips his hoofs and wets his thighs, Now plunges in, and carries off the prize.” […] ‌The frighted Goddess to her mother cries: But all in vain, for now far off she flies; His urgent flame impatient of delay, Swift as his thought he seized the beauteous prey, And bore her in his sooty car away. […] Who long ago were neither dumb nor blind: ‌Nor apt to think from heaven their title springs, Since Jove and Mars left off begetting kings. […] In vain she called upon her attendants for help, the God bore her off to his dominions, and she became his bride. […] The Syrens were three in number, and were companions of Proserpine, at the time of her being carried off; they prayed for wings from the Gods, to unite their efforts with those of Ceres.

., De Off.  […] Ex tribus enim optatis, ut scribitur, hoc erat tertium, quod de Hippolyti interitu iratus optavit : quo impetrato in maximos luctus incidit. » — (Cic., De Off.  […] « Ut si Æacus aut Minos diceret : Oderint dum metuant ; aut : Natis sepulcro ipse est parens, indecorum videretur, quod eos fuisse justos accepimus : at, Atreo dicente, plausus excitantur : est enim digna persona oratio. » — Cic., De Off.  […] « Utile videbatur Ulixi, ut quidem pœtæ tragici prodiderunt (nam apud Homerum optimum auctorem talis de Ulixe nulla suspicio est), sed insimulant eum tragædiæ simulatione insaniæ militiam subterfugere voluisse. » — (Cic., De Off., iii, 26, 97.)