This perversion of homag due only to the immortal powers to the exaltation of a mortal gave great offence to the real venus haking her ambrosial74 locks75 with indignation, she exclaimed, "Am I then to be eclipsed in my honors by royal shepherd, whose judgment was proved by Jove himself, giv beauty over my illustrious" rivals Pallas and Juno. But she shall not so quietly usurp my honors. I will give her cause to repent'of so unlawful a beauty Thereupon she calls her winged son Cupid, mischievous enough in his own nature,and rouses and provokes him yet more by her complaints. She points out Psyche to him and says, My dear son, punish that contumacious beauty; give thy mother a revenge as sweet as her injuries are great; infuse into the bosom of that haughty girl a passion for some low, mean, unworthy being, so that she may reap a mortification as great as her present exultation and triumph Cupid prepared to obey the commands of his mother. There are two fountains in Venus's garden, one of sweet waters, the other of bitter. Cupid filled two amber vases, one from each fountain, and suspending them from the top of his quiver, hastened to the chamber of Psyche, whom he found asleep. He shed a few drops from the bitter fountain over her lips, though the sight of her almost moved him to pity; then touched her side with the point of his arrow. At the touch she awoke, and opened eyes upon Cupid (himself invisible), which so startled him that in his confusion he wounded himself with his own arrow. Heedless of his wound his whole thought now was to repair the mischief he had done, and he poured the balmy drops of joy over all her alken ringlets 86 Psyche, henceforth frowned upon by Venus, derived no benefit from all her charms. True, all eyes were cast eagerly upon her, and every mouth spoke her praises; but neither king, royal youth, nor plebeian presented himself to demand her in marriage. Her two elder sisters of moderate charms had now long been married to two royal princes, but Psyche, in her lonely apartment, deplored her solitude, sick of that beauty which, while it procured abundance of flattery, had failed to awaken love Her parents, afraid that they had unwittingly incurred the anger of the gods consulted the oracle of Apollo, and received this answer: The virgin is destined for the bride of no mortal lover. Her future husband awaits her on the top of the mountain He is a monster whom neither gods nor men can resist This dreadful decree of the oracle filled all the people with dismay, and her d themselves to grief But Psyche said, "Why, my de you now lament me? You should rather have grieved when the people showered upon me undeserved honors, and with one voice called me a Venus. I now perceive that I am a victim to that name. I submit. Lead me to that rock to which my unhappy48 This perversion72 of homage due only to the immortal powers to the exaltation73 of a mortal gave great offence to the real Venus. Shaking her ambrosial74 locks75 with indignation, she exclaimed, “Am I then to be eclipsed76 in my honors by a mortal girl? In vain then did that royal shepherd, whose judgment was approved by Jove himself, give me beauty over my illustrious77 rivals, Pallas and Juno. But she shall not so quietly usurp78 my honors. I will give her cause to repent79 of so unlawful a beauty.” Thereupon she calls her winged son Cupid, mischievous enough in his own nature, and rouses and provokes him yet more by her complaints. She points out Psyche to him and says, “My dear son, punish that contumacious80 beauty; give thy mother a revenge as sweet as her injuries are great; infuse81 into the bosom of that haughty82 girl a passion for some low, mean, unworthy being, so that she may reap a mortification83 as great as her present exultation and triumph.” Cupid prepared to obey the commands of his mother. There are two fountains in Venus’s garden, one of sweet waters, the other of bitter. Cupid filled two amber vases, one from each fountain, and suspending them from the top of his quiver, hastened to the chamber of Psyche, whom he found asleep. He shed a few drops from the bitter fountain over her lips, though the sight of her almost moved him to pity; then touched her side with the point of his arrow. At the touch she awoke, and opened eyes upon Cupid（himself invisible）, which so startled him that in his confusion he wounded himself with his own arrow. Heedless84 of his wound, his whole thought now was to repair the mischief he had done, and he poured the balmy85 drops of joy over all her silken ringlets86. Psyche, henceforth frowned upon by Venus, derived no benefit from all her charms. True, all eyes were cast eagerly upon her, and every mouth spoke her praises; but neither king, royal youth, nor plebeian86 presented himself to demand her in marriage. Her two elder sisters of moderate charms had now long been married to two royal princes; but Psyche, in her lonely apartment, deplored87 her solitude, sick of that beauty which, while it procured abundance of flattery, had failed to awaken love. Her parents, afraid that they had unwittingly incurred88 the anger of the gods, consulted the oracle of Apollo, and received this answer: “The virgin is destined for the bride of no mortal lover. Her future husband awaits her on the top of the mountain. He is a monster whom neither gods nor men can resist.” This dreadful decree90 of the oracle filled all the people with dismay91, and her parents abandoned themselves to grief. But Psyche said, “Why, my dear parents, do you now lament92 me? You should rather have grieved when the people showered upon me undeserved honors, and with one voice called me a Venus. I now perceive that I am a victim to that name. I submit. Lead me to that rock to which my unhappy