On Love Garlanded
"Where is that back-bent bow of thine, and the reed-arrows driven
by thee into the middle of the breast? Where are thy wings,
where thy torturing torch, and wherefore dost thou bear three
garlands in thy arms and wear another on thy head?"
"Stranger, I am not sprung from vulgar Cypris nor from the earth;
I am no offspring of material joy. But I am he who lights the
torch of learning in the pure minds of mortals, and leads the
soul up to heaven. From the four Virtues I weave garlands, and
carrying these, one of each, I crown myself with the first, the
crown of Wisdom."