On the Amores of Otho Vaenius.
Naked Amor had seen himself among the people in so many images as the tricks that he himself contrived, as the leaden arrowheads
that he dips in bitter poison and as the golden arrows on which he puts sweet honey. He had seen it and searched everywhere
for the artist, but on his search the goddess Venus happened to run into him. He stood still and expressed his sorrows to
his mother's ear; she smiled and said: 'Don't you know who is the great writer! If you can remember so many Venusses and your
own mother, then you can think of Vaenius, too. [??] What Praxiteles thought that was allowed to him towards me when he imitated
the ivory of my naked body, this the courageous Vaenius allowed himself towards you. Everything that a painter or an author
wants, is permitted to him. Look at everything that the earth, the sea or the sky produce, look at all faces of the variegated
[many-coloured] world; as many shapes and figures are made by the rival art and very often the daughter surpasses the work
of her mother. What bulls are not deceived by the artistic cow of Myron, what birds by the vine or what people by the painted
curtains. [Zeuxis and Apelles, see below] Why would what was allowed in former times, now be forbidden? Usually the long time
does not harm the artist. His talent grows and its strenght increases. You, too, were considered less than when you were still
young. The right time matures the fruits of the trees, a late autumn brings harvests and good wine. The elegant young man
who in his youth was blanpure and simple, ah, how much does the astute know now! when his age was still green he grew under
the guidance of art and so was it with your arrows and bow, boy. Your thousands of jokes and thousands of devices grew and
it is not surprising that the industrious hand of Vaenius could paint them elegantly and animate them in vivid colours. Without
him you were a mere unsightly corpse. The gods lack godhood if it is not made known by ceremonials, no deity appears if its
cult is absent. Because the astuteness of our Vaenius has given you this, can't you be good to the good writer?' Thus Venus.
Young Cupid flushed to the roots of his hair and struck the ground three times with his wing, three times with his foot. Now
he loves the painter of his mother Apelles against whom he formerly had railed and considers him as his twin brother.