Cupid in a Bed of Roses
Cupid, in a bed of roses
Sleeping, chancid to be stung
Of a bee that lay among
The flowers where he himself reposes;
And thus to his mother weeping
Told that he this wound did take
Of a little wingid snake,
As he lay securely sleeping.
Cytherea smiling said
That " if so great sorrow spring
From a silly bee's weak sting
As should make thee thus dismayed,
What anguish feel they, think'st thou, and what pain,
Whom thy empoisoned arrows cause complain?"
Sleeping, chancid to be stung
Of a bee that lay among
The flowers where he himself reposes;
And thus to his mother weeping
Told that he this wound did take
Of a little wingid snake,
As he lay securely sleeping.
Cytherea smiling said
That " if so great sorrow spring
From a silly bee's weak sting
As should make thee thus dismayed,
What anguish feel they, think'st thou, and what pain,
Whom thy empoisoned arrows cause complain?"
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