If any one a wandering Cupid see, The little fugitive belongs to me. And if he tell what path the rogue pursues, My kisses shall reward him for the news: But if he bring me back the boy I miss, I'll give him something sweeter than a kiss.
'The Stray Cupid', tr. R. Polwhele, lines 3–8; spoken by Venus.
Compare: "It fortuned, fair Venus having lost / Her little son, the winged god of love, / ....." Edmund Spenser, Faerie Queene, B. III, C. 6, st. 11
Smooth are his words, his voice as honey sweet, Yet war is in his heart, and dark deceit!
'The Stray Cupid', tr. R. Polwhele, lines 14–15
Compare: "The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords." Psalm 55:21 (KJV)