Guest guest Posted April 2, 2001 Report Share Posted April 2, 2001 Time's a cheat, and cheats us all. Time, a thief, steals from us all. Where does it keep the years it has taken? Look, here is a man who yesterday was just a boy. And look who looks upon that man; who but Love herself, the goddess Venus, wounded by her son Cupid, a careless lad who kissed his mother while he still wore his quiver, scraping her white breast with his barbed arrows. And what becomes of her? Love, in love, abandons all her temples and her island sanctuaries, even hides from heaven, saying that her love is more beautiful than heaven, more beautiful than all the sea-ringed islands or rich mountain shrines or even the voluptuous shade wherein she used to lie. Love, in love, becomes a huntress, tucking up her robes and running with bare feet across the rocky world. -- Ovid, Metamorphoses Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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