Prayers to Minerva
Cicero De Domo sua ad Pontifices 144
O Minerva, You have always come to my aid with Your counsels, witness to the existence of my works;
Corpus Inscriptiones Latinae VI 2065
Minerva, for what I have vowed today, in the same words that made my pledge to offer Jupiter Optimus Maximus an ox with gilt horns, [(being that) if You will grant Emperor Caesar Domitianus Augustus Germanicus, son of the divine Vespasian, pontifex maximus, having powers of the tribune of the people, censor in perpetuity, father of his country, and Dimitia Augusta, his wife, and Julia Augusta, for those whom I have named and also for all those others whom I have not named who live in their households on the third day before the Nones of January, and after them the people of Rome, the Quirites, and also for the Republic of the people of Rome, the Quirites, and if from this day You will preserve their health from peril, whereby they remain as they are today, or indeed their lot is improved by good results,] then if You would also make it so, then to You, in the same words, in the name of the college of Fratres Arvales I vow to sacrifice to You in the future an ox cow with gilt horns.
Corpus Inscriptiones Latinae XI 1305 Travi, Aemilia
To Minerva, in memory for restoring her hair, Tullia Superiana willingly and deservedly fulfills her vow.
CIL 11, 1306 = ILS 3137, Travi, Aemilia
Minervae / Medicae / Cardabiac(ensis) / Valeria / Sammonia / Vercellens(is) / v(otum) s(olvit) l(ibens) m(erito) AE 1962, 152, Visentium (Bisenzo), Etruria Minervae Nortinae sacr(um) L(ucius) Aebutius L(uci) f(ilius) Sab (atina) Saturninus
Jupiter Optimus Maximus, Juno Regina, Minerva, and all you other gods and goddesses who dwell upon the Capitolium and the Arx, is this how you allow your defender, the protector of your shrines, to be treated, to be vexed and harassed by his enemies in this manner? Shall this right arm which drove the Gauls headlong from your shrines now be bound and chained?
Ovid Fasti 6.652
Come now, golden haired Minerva, to favor the task I've begun.
Seneca Hercules Furens 900
To you, you alone, O warlike Pallas Minerva, I pray, friend and companion in all my toils; Tamer of Lycurgus, ivy wreathed you crossed the eastern seas, bearing the Thyrsus in your hand; and you divine twins, Apollo and Diana, hear my prayer.
Scriptores Historiae Augustae, Vita Probi c. 12.7
Jupiter Optimus Maximus, Juno Regina, and You virtuous dancer, Minerva, Concordia of the bereaved, Victoria of the Romans, grant this meeting of the Senate of the Roman people, grant these Roman soldiers, and those soldiers of our allies and of friendly foreign nations as well, that they will serve as he commands.
Statius Thebaid 2.715-42
Proud, warlike Goddess, great honor and wisdom of Your Father, powerful in war are You, on whom the grim helmet is borne with its frightful decoration, speckled with the Gorgon's blood that glows more violent with increasing rage, never has Mavors or Bellona with Her battle spear inspired more ardent calls to arms on the war trumpets than You. May You with Your nod accept this sacrificial offering. Whether You come from Mount Pandion to our rites by night, or from dancing happily in Ainian Itone, or from washing once more Your hair in the waters of Libyan Triton, or whether the winged axle of your war chariot, with its paired pure-bred horses carries you astride its beam, shouting aloud, now, to You, we dedicate the shattered spoils of virile men and their battered armour. Should I return to my Parthaonian fields, and upon being sighted Martian Pleuron should throw open wide her gates for me, then amid her hills, at the center of the city, I shall dedicate to you a golden temple where it may be your pleasure to look upon Ionian storms, and where Achelous tosses about his flaxen hair to disturb the sea where it leaves behind the breakers of Echinades. In here will I display accounts of ancestral wars and the death-masks of great hearted kings, and affix the arms of the proud in the rotunda that I have returned with myself, taken at the cost of my own blood, and those, Tritonia, that you will grant when Thebes is captured. There a hundred Calydonian virgins will serve in devotions at your altar, shall duly twine the Actaean torches, and weave from Your chaste olive tree purple sacrificial fillets with snow white strands of wool. At nightly vigils an aged priestess will tend your altar's fire, and never will she neglect to safeguard your modesty, attending in secret to the rites of your boudoir. To you in war, to you in peace, the first fruits of our labors shall be borne, without offence to Diana.