With those words she fetched the casket in which she kept her many drugs—some beneficent, some destructive. She placed it on her knees and wept, soaking her lap with the ceaseless tears which gushed forth as she bitterly lamented her fate. She longed to select drugs which waste life and to swallow them. Already she was releasing the straps of the casket in her desire to take them out, unhappy girl; but suddenly a deadly fear of hateful Hades came into her mind, and for a long time she sat unmoving and speechless. All the delightful pleasures of life danced before her; she remembered the countless joys which the living have, she remembered her happy friends, as a young girl would, and the sun was a sweeter sight than before, now that she really began to ponder everything in her mind. She put the casket back from her knees; Hera caused her to change her mind, and she now had no doubts as to how to act. She longed for the new dawn to rise at once so that she could give him the protecting drugs as she had arranged and could meet him face to face. Often she pulled the bolts back from her door, hoping to catch the gleam of dawn, and very welcome was the light scattered by the early-born, which caused everyone to stir throughout the city.
- Apollonius Rhodius, The Argonautica, Book 3