He said, and soaring, swiftly wing’d his flight, Nor stopp’d, but on Parnassus’ airy height. Two different shafts he from his quiver draws; One to repel desire, and one to cause. One shaft is pointed with refulgent gold, To bribe the love, and make the lover bold: One blunt, and tipp’d with lead, whose base allay Provokes disdain, and drives desire away. The blunted bolt against the nymph he dress’d, But with the sharp transfix’d Apollo’s breast.