One day, as she was returning from the chase, Pan met her, told her just this, and added more of the same sort. […] So he emptied his net, and proceeded to sort the fishes on the grass. […] They asked her numberless questions, among others what sort of a person her husband was.

From a misconception of this sort, arose the fable of the Centaurs. […] This song of Vala contains a sort of abstract of the Voluspa.

He even feared that Hercules might try to take his kingdom from him, though he knew, as everybody did, that the oracle in the temple at Delphi had commanded Hercules to submit to his service, and he knew that Hercules was not the sort of man to disobey an oracle. […] “I will cross to the mainland with my ship’s crew,” said Ulysses, “and see what sort of men live there.”