O LOVE, thou art victor in fight: thou mak'st all things afraid; br Thou couchest thee softly at night on the cheeks of a maid; br Thou passest the bounds of the sea, and the folds of the fields; br To thee the immortal, to thee the ephemeral yields; br Thou maddenest them that possess thee; thou turnest astray br The souls of the just, to oppress them, out of the way; br Thou hast kindled amongst us pride, and the quarrel of kin; br Thou art lord, by the eyes of a bride, and the love-light therein; br Thou sittest assessor with Right; her kingdom is thine, br Who sports with invincible might, Aphrodite divine.