Mars is a young Florentine, whose throat and chest are beautifully studied from the life, but whose legs and belly, belonging no doubt to the same model, fall far short of heroic form.

He lies fast asleep with the corners of his mouth drawn down, as though he were about to snore.

Opposite there sits a woman, weary and wan, draped from neck to foot in the thin raiment Botticelli loved.

Four little goat-footed Cupids playing with the armour of the sleeping lad complete the composition.

These wanton loves are admirably conceived and exquisitely drawn; nor indeed can any drawing exceed in beauty the line that leads from the flank along the ribs and arm of Mars up to his lifted elbow.