Metamorphoses, Ovid

Time flows imperceptibly, it flies away without us realizing it; nothing is faster than the years; he who was the son of his sister and his grandfather, who had once been imprisoned in a tree, who had recently seen the light of day, who only yesterday was a beautiful newborn child, he is now a young man, he is a man and behold, by his beauty, he surpasses himself; behold, he charms even Venus and avenges himself on her for the passion he inspired in his mother. For, in giving a kiss to Venus, the little god armed with a quiver had, without knowing it, grazed his mother's breast with the reed of an arrow that protruded from the edge. The goddess, feeling wounded, pushed her son away; but the blow had struck deeper than it seemed and she herself had been mistaken at first. Seduced by the young man's beauty, she forgets the shores of Cythera; she ceases to frequent Paphos…