Cupid misbehaves, by Frances Hanna.

Cupid accosts one of the nymphs: Faire Nimphe, are you strayed from your companie by chaunce, or love you to wander solitarily on purpose?

Over her head a little cupid hovers, directing his arrow at Mercury, on the extreme left, beside the three Graces.

The little Cupid-seller is pretty, and the stone is made as flexible as life in the waists of the bathing-women.

Most excellent: and see besides (my Lords) How Cupids wings do spring out of the stone