Yet all the actions proper to archery are suggested by the violent gestures and strained sinews of the crowd.

At the foot of the terminal statue, Cupid lies asleep upon his wings, with idle bow and quiver.

Two little genii of love, in the background, are lighting up a fire, puffing its flames, as though to drive the archers onward.

Energy and ardour, impetuous movement and passionate desire, could not be expressed with greater force, nor the tyranny of some blind impulse be more imaginatively felt.

The allegory seems to imply that happiness is not to be attained, as human beings mostly strive to seize it, by the fierce force of the carnal passions.