Ovid, Roman poet of the 1st century AD, recounts the story of the snake Python in the Metamorphoses:
"The archer god, with lethal shafts that he had only used before on fleeing red deer and roe deer, with a thousand arrows, almost emptying his quiver, destroyed the creature, the venom running out from its black wounds. Then he founded the sacred Pythian games, celebrated by contests, named from the serpent he had conquered."
(Metamorphoses, I, 440)
Ovid also tells the story of Apollo and Daphne. This is what Apollo says at the moment when Daphne is transformed into a laurel (Metamorphoses, I, 546):
"Since you cannot be my bride, you must be my tree! Laurel, with you my hair will be wreathed, with you my lyre, with you my quiver. You will go with the Roman generals when joyful voices acclaim their triumph, and the Capitol witnesses their long processions. You will stand outside Augustus’s doorposts, a faithful guardian, and keep watch over the crown of oak between them."
(Metamorphoses, I, 550, translation A.S. Kline)