Book XVI, 200: On Love Ploughing

Curly-haired Love, laying aside his torch and bow, took an ox-driver’s rod and wore a bag on his shoulders; coupling the patient necks of the oxen under the yoke, he began to sow the wheat-bearing furrow of Demeter. Looking up he said to Zeus himself, “Fill the cornfield, lest I put thee, Europa’s bull, to the plough.”