O, mother Venus, how mighty is your sway. [Ovidius, Metamorphoses 13, 758-759]
Over these realms the pitiless boy holds sovereignty, whose shafts are felt in the lowest depths by the sea-blue throng of
Nereids, nor can they ease their heat by ocean's waters. These fires the race of winged creatures feel. African lions toss
their manes and by their roarings give token of their engendered passion. When Love has roused them, then the forest groans
with their grim uproar. Love sways the monsters of the raging sea, sway Lucanian elephants, claims as his own all nature.
Seneca. [Phaedra 334-338; 348-353; cf. tr. F.J. Miller, Loeb 1, p. 345, 347]