Creator Venus, genial power of love, The bliss of men below, and gods above!

Beneath the sliding sun thou runn'st thy race, Dost fairest shine, and best become thy place;

For thee the winds their eastern blasts forbear, Thy mouth reveals the spring, and opens all the year;

Thee, goddess, thee, the storms of winter fly, Earth smiles with flowers renewing, laughs the sky.

John Dryden

JAN HELLRIEGEL

JAN HELLRIEGEL - VENUS IS DEAD

MEGHAN GLUE

THE FEELERS - VENUS

MAHONEY HARRIS

TELEVISION - VENUS

WAYNE BELL

VELVET UNDERGROUND - VENUS IN FURS