Cupid

“When Adam long ago in Cupid's awful courtHe went away -- as he had come -- nonsuited.”

“Voiture belonged to a race of poets essentially French, who sacrificed to the Graces instead of the Muses; to whom Cupid, with his wings and arrows, was the ideal of love, and whose art of poetry consisted in epigram, tournure, readiness, and facility.”

“Cupid draw back your bowStraight to my lover's heart for me.”

“Let Cupid smile and the fiend must flee; Hey and hither, my lad.”

“Who worships Cupid doth adore a boy; And out of mind as soon as out of sight;”

“My merry, merry, merry roundelayPray gods, they change for worse!”

“What thing is love?—for (well I wot) love is a thing Whose flame creeps in at every hole!”

“This house is to be let for life or years;She must be dearly let, or let alone.”

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.”