Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid

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

— Cupid