• Ovid, Metamorphoses X , Eusden’s Tr. :⁠— “For Cytherëa’s lips while Cupid prest, He with a heedless arrow razed her breast. The goddess felt it, and, with fury stung, The wanton mischief from her bosom flung: Yet thought at first the danger slight, but found The dart too faithful, and too deep the wound. Fired with a mortal beauty, she disdains To haunt th’ Idalian mount, or Phrygian plains. She seeks not Cnidos, nor her Paphian shrines, Nor Amathus, that teems with brazen mines: Even Heaven itself with all its sweets unsought, Adonis far a sweeter Heaven is thought.” ↩