Love at the Plough; or, Jupiter Reminded of Europa
Love laid aside his torch, his quiver, and his bow,
And like a roguish herdsman, a ploughing he would go.
He took a pair of bulls, so patient and so strong,
And as he went, he looked to heaven, and sung this merry song: —
Now mind me, Jove, a harvest, — a good harvest, — or by Jove,
I'll make the bull come plough for me, that ploughed the seas for love.
And like a roguish herdsman, a ploughing he would go.
He took a pair of bulls, so patient and so strong,
And as he went, he looked to heaven, and sung this merry song: —
Now mind me, Jove, a harvest, — a good harvest, — or by Jove,
I'll make the bull come plough for me, that ploughed the seas for love.
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