“This to prevent, he quits the Stygian coasts, In his black car, by sooty horses drawn, Fair Sicily he seeks, and dreads the dawn: Around her plains he casts his eager eyes, And every mountain to the bottom tries. But when, in all the careful search, he saw No cause of fear, no ill-suspected flaw; Secure from harm, and wand’ring on at will, Venus beheld him from her flowery bill; When straight the dame her little Cupid press’d, With secret rapture, to her snowy breast, And in these words the fluttering boy address’d: