Experience gave confidence to the youthful deity, and when an opportunity
offered, he sent his arrows to the hearts of men, so bold did he even
become, that he ventured to dart one, dipped in the subtle poison against
his mother.
"Love! oh! he breathes and rambles round the world
An idol and idolator: he flies
Touching, with passing beauty, ringlets curled,
Ripe lips, and bosoms white, and starry eyes,
And wheresoe'er his colours are unfurled,
Full many a young and panting spirit lies."