He knew also that the fire was sacred, and that Jupiter did not wish it to be touched, but Prometheus was a Titan and feared not Jupiter, nor obeyed him. […] “Prometheus is brave, but he has done wrong to steal the sacred fire,” said Jupiter, “and he must be punished.” […] At times they burned each other’s houses and crops with the sacred fire, and they melted ores in it to make swords of steel and armor of brass to use against one another. […] So Mercury led Pandora in; but before he left, he warned Pandora and Epimetheus not to open the sacred box. […] At last, however, one day while Ulysses slept, the hungry men took the chance, killed some of the sacred beasts, and made a hearty meal of them.

In a few words Progne related the cruelty of Tereus toward her sister, and demanded of the Bacchantes, in their sacred character, to protect them both till they could reach her house; and the Bacchantes, touched with pity for the afflicted sisters, and more especially for Philomela, attended them all the way thither. […] The trees which surrounded the fountain were sacred to Diana, and it was not permitted to any man to enter her domain. […] Acteon would have escaped unobserved, but Diana saw him, and was greatly incensed that a man should enter her sacred grove. […] From that time, the laurel became sacred to Apollo, and garlands of laurel were bestowed at his festivals upon those who excelled in the strife of genius or the struggle of force.