Book XII, 101

Myiscus, shooting me, whom the Loves could not wound, under the breast with his eyes, shouted out thus: “It is I who have struck him down, the over-bold, and see how I tread underfoot the arrogance of sceptred wisdom that sat on his brow.” But I, just gathering breath enough, said to him, “Dear boy, why art thou astonished? Love brought down Zeus himself from Olympus.”