„Then indeed, pierced by grief's bitterest pang, she clutched the hand of Jason and humbly besought him thus: "Remember me, I pray, for never, believe me, shall I be forgetful of thee. When thou art gone, tell me, I beg, on what quarter of the heaven must I gaze?"“
Tum vero extremo percussa dolore
arripit Aesoniden dextra ac summissa profatur:
'sis memor, oro, mei, contra memor ipsa manebo,
crede, tui. quantum hinc aberis, dic quaeso, profundi?
quod caeli spectabo latus?
— Gaius Valerius Flaccus Roman poet and writer 45 - 95