Ovid Book II 854-865 (Caitlyn)

His rounded muscles stood out, a dewlap hung down,
his horns were twisted, but so perfect as though
made by hand, cleaner and more gleaming that jewels.
There was fear neither in his brow nor his great eyes:
his face held peace. Agenor's daughter wondered at him,
who was so beautiful, who did not threaten;
but though he seemed gentle she first feared to touch him,
then held out flowers to his bright white lips.
This lover rejoiced and, then as a hope for coming pleasure,
kissed the hands she gave; hardly could he hold off longer;
and now he capers and exults on the green grass,
now lays out his snowy form on the yellow strand;

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Just as the Gallic dog sees a hare in an empty ploughed field, the dog makes for the prey, the hare to safety; he seems to now clutch er, he hopes, and extending his jaws grazes the tracks (hare's feet), the other, uncertain of being caught, snatches herself from the bite. So the God and the virgin: he is of rash hope, and she of fear. He who followed, however, helped by the wings of love, is swifter and denies rest, flying quickly he threatens her back and breathes on the hair of her neck. She flees quickly, having been spent in strength, turns pale, defeated in effort and seeing the waves of Paneidas prays, "Bring might, father! If you have the divine will over the river, which very much pleases you, ruin my beauty!" With the prayer barely finished, numbness seized her limbs, bark surrounds the free feeble breast, in the hair foliage, from the arms come forth branches, just now the swift foot is then stuck by slow roots, the face holds the top: only beauty remained in her.

book 3, lines 175-185 (Amy) - 8/28

As soon as he entered the cave [which was] dripping from the fountain, as they were the naked nymphs, at the sight of a man, beat their breasts and filled all the forest with unexpected cries, and protected the body of Diana with their own; however, the goddess herself is higher than those, and head and neck overtop as far as all. The face of Diana, seen there, without clothes, was the color of the clouds stained by the hits of opposing sun or the dark red of dawn (Aurora).

III. 138-154

The first case of grief to you, Cadmus, among so many favorable things, was your grandson, and the strange horns attached to his forehead, and you, the dogs satiated with the blood of their master. But if you rightly inquire, you will discover the fault of fortune in him, not crime; for which crime had error?
The mountain was dyed with the slaughter of various wild beasts, and midday had already collected shadows of things and the sun was equally distant from both boundaries, and when the young Hyantius speaks to the companions of his work, wandering through the devious forest, with kind words: "The nets and iron are wet, friends, with the blood of beasts, and the day has had enough fortune; Aurora will restore another day with her golden wheels (chariot) having been ridden, and we shall recall our proposed work: now Phoebus is also equally distant from both boundaries, and divides the plowed lands with his heat. Stop your present and carry away the knotted rope." The men obey his commands and pause their work.

148 - 162 (Caitlyn)

"Both nets and spears drip, friends, with quarry's blood,
and the day has given us luck enough; again light
will return with the crimson chariot of Aurora,
and we will repeat the proposed work: now Phoebus partway
has come and breaks the fields themselves with his burning arrows.
Stop your work at once and carry home the well-formed nets!"
The men obeyed his order and paused their labor.
There was a vale grown dense with pine and sharp cypress,
named Gargaphie, the sacred haven of Diana,
where in the furthest part there was a shady recessed cave
formed by no art: but similar to art
was the genius of Nature herself; here from living rock
and light tufa she had created a natural arch;
a fountain sounded on the right holding sparkling waves,
on one side widening to a pool hemmed by grassy banks.

Book I (l. 488-511) Christian and Amy - 8/21

...He yields to that, but your beauty itself prohibits that which is desired, and your beauty denies your prayer: Phoebus loves Daphne and having seen her, desires marriage, he hopes for that which he desires, and his own oracular powers deceive him, just as the light stubble of grain having been removed is destroyed by fire, as hedges burn by torch, which a traveler by chance either drew exceedingly near, or left behind now under daylight (at daybreak), so the god was consumed in flames, so his whole heart burns and feeds his fruitless love on hope. He looks at her unadorned hair hanging down her neck and said: "What if it was embellished?" He sees her eyes glittering like the brightness of the stars, sees her lips, which is not enough to just have seen; he praises her fingers and hands and wrists, and her arms bare to the shoulder; if what lies hidden he believes better. But she flees swifter than the nimble air and resists these words calling her back: "Nymph, I implore you, daughter of Peneus, stay! I, following, am no enemy. Nymph, stay! So the lamb flees from the wolf, so the deer from the lion, so doves with fluttering wings from the eagle, they all flee their enemies: love is to me a cause to follow! My misery! I am afraid that you may fall, or that the cruel thorns my mark or harm your limbs and might be causing pain to you! These are rough places which you hurry through: slow down, I ask you, stop your running and fleeing, and I too will follow more slowly."

I. 466-487 (Maya and David)

He spoke, and striking the air fiercely with beating wings, he landed on the shady peak of Parnassus, and took two arrows with opposite effects from his full quiver: one kindles love, the other dispels it. The one that kindles is golden with a sharp glistening print, the one that dispels is blunt with lead beneath its shaft. With the second he transfixed Peneus' daughter, but with the first he wounded Apollo, piercing him to the marrow of his bones; at once he loves the other, but the other flees at the name of the lover and rejoices in the forest lairs and in the spoils of captive beasts, the rival of the virgin Diana: a hair band bound her hair, having been placed in her hair without order. Many sought her, she turned away those who were seeking, she was both not enduring and not experienced in the ways of men- she roams around the pathless forest free of the men, and she does not care (to learn) about Hymen, or love, or marriage. Many times her father said "Oh daughter, you owe me a son-in-law," many times her father said "You owe me, daughter, grandchildren;" As if hating the sin of the nuptial torch that beautiful face had bashfully welled up with redness. Clinging to his shoulder, coaxing him with her arms around his neck she said, "My dearest father, allow me to enjoy being a virgin forever, the father of Diana allowed this before."