Saturnia
That is, a daughter of Saturnus, and accordingly used as a surname of Juno and Vesta. (The Aeneid by Virgil i. 23, xii. 156; Fasti By Ovid i. 265, vi. 383.)
From Smith's Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and MythologyFrom The Aeneid by Virgil. Book XII
At this the lovely nymph, with grief oppress'd,
Thrice tore her hair, and beat her comely breast.
To whom Saturnia thus: "Thy tears are late:
Haste, snatch him, if he can be snatch'd from fate:
New tumults kindle; violate the truce:
Who knows what changeful fortune may produce?
'T is not a crime t' attempt what I decree;
Or, if it were, discharge the crime on me."
She said, and, sailing on the winged wind,
Left the sad nymph suspended in her mind.
From Metamorphoses by Ovid. Book The Fourth
The Queen of Heaven, to gratify her hate,
And sooth immortal wrath, forgets her state.
Down from the realms of day, to realms of night,
The Goddess swift precipitates her flight.
At Hell arriv'd, the noise Hell's porter heard,
Th' enormous dog his triple head up-rear'd:
Thrice from three grizly throats he howl'd profound,
Then suppliant couch'd, and stretch'd along the ground.
The trembling threshold, which Saturnia prest,
The weight of such divinity confest.
From Fasti By Ovid
Catching sight of her, I said: "Why are you here, Saturnia?"
She explained what place she sought, and added
The reason. I consoled her with words of friendship:
She said: "My cares can't be lightened by words.
If Jove can be a father without needing a wife,
And contains both functions in a single person,
Why should I despair of becoming a mother with no
Husband, and, chaste, give birth though untouched by man?
From Poems of the First Period By Frederich Schiller
JUNO. (Starting up in astonishment.)
Ha! Is it true what fame with thousand tongues
Has spread abroad from Ida to Mount Haemus?
Zeus loves thee? Zeus salutes thee in the glory
Wherein the denizens of heaven regard him,
When in Saturnia's arms he sinks to rest?
Let, O ye gods, my gray hairs now descend
To Orcus' shades, for I have lived enough!
In godlike splendor Kronos' mighty son
Comes down to her,—to her, who on this breast
Once suckled—yes! to her—
Saturnia Lends The Lash, The Coursers Fly
Image from Roman Antiquities and Ancient Mythology
