Cupid's Army

Love's Labor's Lost

 Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,

Sole imperator and great general

Of trotting paritors--O my little heart!

And I to be a corporal of his field

And wear his colors like a tumbler's hoop!

O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose.

By earth, she is not, corporal.  There you lie.

This is a very interest Conceit that Shakespeare continues to uses, because of the use of love associated with Cupid and his dreadful power love takes on a whole new meaning.

Love is now not just a feel that wells up inside one, but something that is inflicted by a king, a prince, a great general, a dreadfully powerful God--Cupid.  He is commander of a great army and by force consumes ones oaths, ransacks ones home, and take one captive into his army, to serve him and him alone.  

One follows His Orders.

One interesting thing about this use of love is that it removes choice.  It suggest that one does not have a choice as to when love will come in and rule ones life.  It leans toward unbridled passion, it comes in and cannot be controlled. It also gives light to the battle of the sexes going on this play, for it is the men that are the voices of Cupids power, as if it is man's plight to be overcome with passion and lust.