Moschus

"If any one a wandering Cupid see, The little fugitive belongs to me. And if he tell what path the rogue pursues, My kisses shall reward him for the news: But if he bring me back the boy I miss, I'll give him something sweeter than a kiss."

"Smooth are his words, his voice as honey sweet, Yet war is in his heart, and dark deceit!"

"But we, the great, the valiant, and the wise, When once the seal of death has closed our eyes, Lost in the hollow tomb obscure and deep, Slumber, to wake no more, one long unbroken sleep!"