Pindar and Anacreon/Anacreon/Ode 30
ODE XXX.—CUPID TAKEN PRISONER.[1]
Cupid, once, was rambling found
On the Muses' hallow'd ground;
Straight they weave a rosy chain,
And the little god detain.
Him to Beauty soon they gave,
Mighty Love is Beauty's slave.
Cytherea ransoms brought,
To release her son she sought;
But no fee, no ransom now,
The happy captive will allow.
Love hath learn'd his art too well,
And with Beauty still will dwell.
- ↑ "This ode is very fine, and the fiction extremely ingenious. I believe Anacreon would inculcate that beauty alone cannot long secure a conquest, but that when wit and beauty meet, it is impossible for a lover to disengage himself."—Madame Dacier.