Cupid "the little greatest god."

Too many trained nurses discommode Cupid.

Love cannot live where there is no trust.

Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.

The wounds invisible that Love's keen arrows make.

Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Remove idleness from the world and soon the arts of Cupid would perish.

Valentine's Day is the day when you remember that Cupid was a lousy shot.

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!

Things base and vile, holding no quantity, love can transpose to form and dignity

Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.

If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'

Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!' On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'

Cupid is a casuist, a mystic, and a cabalist,-- Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device, . . . . All things wait for and divine him,-- How shall I dare to malign him?

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