This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans.
Love's Labor's Lost, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy:
A fiery archer making pain his joy.
His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife,
And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life.
Greek Anthology. MELEAGER.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful;
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Titus Andronicus, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
GOOD.
What good I see humbly I seek to do,
And live obedient to the law, in trust
That what will come, and must come, shall come well.
The Light of Asia. SIR E. ARNOLD.
There shall never be one lost good! What was shall live as before;
The evil is null, is nought, is silence implying sound.
Abt Vogler, IX. R. BROWNING.
Now, at a certain time, in pleasant mood,
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Tales of the Hall, Bk. III. G. CRABBE.
'T is well said again;
And 't is a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds.
King Henry VIII., Act iii. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Look round the habitable world, how few
Know their own good, or, knowing it, pursue!
Juvenal, Satire X. J. DRYDEN.