Eros

"I have sung of the Giants, in an epic strain, and the victorious lightning bolts, hurled at the Phlegraean field.

Now there is gentler work for the lyre, and I sing of boys loved by the gods!; and girls stricken with forbidden fires.. deserving punishment for their lust.

The king of the gods once burned with love for Phrygian Ganymede, and to win him Jupiter chose to be something other than he was.

Yet he did not deign to transform himself into any other bird, than that eagle, that could carry his lightning bolts.

Straightaway, he beat the air with deceitful wings, and stole the Trojan boy, who still handles the mixing cups, and against Juno’s will pours out Jove’s nectar."