These flowers, whose varied and shining beauty you so much admire, are the tears of Aurora. […] a world, imaginary indeed, but delightful, and whose ideal pleasures are so well fitted to compensate for the real troubles and miseries of the world in which we live.” […] Juno then pressed the suit of her son on Venus, whose power was already established at the celestial court. […] She was indeed the only one of all the divinities whose authority, and consequence, were equal to those of Jupiter. […] whose cares to youth, impart The arm unwearied, and the undaunted heart!”