Ullr is a very old god of the northern lands, so old that by the time the Iron Age Norse myths were written down, not much more was known about him except that he was a god of archery, hunting, and the winter.

Plautus, Terence and the other Roman comic writers had to write for a tough crowd.

Louis's brow wore its deepest gloom as he said, There are few in yonder room who would so cavalierly reject my love.

And Deianira, realizing that she has brought about Hercules' death, apparently breaks off her unsendable letter to him in order to express her despair […]