Listen then to me, and seek not death again, in the stream or otherwise.

Put aside thy woe, and turn thy prayers to Cupid.

He is in truth a delicate youth: win him by the delicacy of thy service." So the shepherd-god spoke, and Psyche, answering nothing, but with a reverence to his serviceable deity, went on her way.

And while she, in her search after Cupid, wandered through many lands, he was lying in the chamber of his mother, heart-sick.

And the white bird which floats over the waves plunged in haste into the sea, and approaching Venus, as she bathed, made known to her that her son lies afflicted with some grievous hurt, doubtful of life.