Beauty's own benchmark; caught in the net and laughing soonest after.
The goddess of love, caught with Ares under her husband's net in the song sung before Odysseus, and gone in her laughing way to her grove at Paphos as soon as the net is loosed. Penelope's beauty is measured against hers: 'like Artemis, or golden Aphrodite' is the poem's highest praise of a woman.
Bonds
AreslovesAphrodite — the affair the gods laughed at
Aphroditewife ofHephaestus — wed to the lame smith
Hephaestushusband ofAphrodite — married to the faithless goddess