He Threatens Love

Now by Aphrodite, I will burn all you have, Love, your arrows and your Scythian quiver; I will burn them!
Why do you laugh like a fool and grin with your wrinkledup nose and sneer? I think you will soon laugh with a wry face! I will cut off your wings, the guides of Desire, and I will bind your feet with a bronze chain.
Yet I shall win but a Cadmean victory if I keep you too near me, like a lynx in the goat-pastures. Go then, hard-to-conquer, bind on light sandals and fly away on new swift wings!
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