Attributed to “A. W.”
How Cupid Made a Nymph Wound Herself with His Arrow

IT chanced of late a shepherd’s swain,
That went to seek a strayed sheep,
Within a thicket on the plain,
Espied a dainty Nymph asleep.

Her golden hair o’erspread her face,
Her careless arms abroad were cast,
Her quiver had her pillow’s place,
Her...