In her lap this juno had a gold-embroidered bag, and she opened it, disclosing a collection of mysterious apparatus of which she proceeded to make use: first a little gold hand-mirror, in which she studied her charms; then a little white powder-puff with which she deftly tapped her nose and cheeks; then some kind of red pencil with which she proceeded to rub her lips; then a golden pencil with which she lightly touched her eyebrows.
"100%: The Story of a Patriot"
Upton Sinclair
You say well, by juno!
"Apology, Crito, and Phaedo of Socrates"
Plato
She turned upon us her large, mild, "juno-like" eyes, in which one might imagine a faint expression of surprise, but nothing more.
"A Day Of Fate"
E. P. Roe