Classic Poem

 O FT had I read of Cupid's Arms,
 His matchless Power, resistless Charms,
 How he defy'd Jove 's thund'ring Hand,
 Tho' loaded with the flaming Brand;
 These Wonders put me to a stand.
But when I found this mighty God a Boy,
Naked, defenceless, blind, his Arms a Toy;
 I laugh'd to think the Gods were foil'd
 By a little silly Child:
 When Rosalinda strait came by,
 Keen roguish Lightning arm'd her Eye,
 Pity, fair Nymph, I faint, I die——
No more I'll wonder at this Infant's Art,
When your bright Eyes direct and head the Dart.