Paraphrase from the Greek
T’ OTHER day, as I was twining
Roses for a crown to dine in,
What, of all things, midst the heap,
Should I light on, fast asleep,
But the little desperate elf,
The tiny traitor,—Love himself!
By the wings I pinched him up
Like a bee, and in a cup
Of my wine I plunged and sank him;
And what...
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From “Alexander and Campaspe,” Act III. Sc. 5.
CUPID and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses,—Cupid paid;
He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows,
His mother’s doves, and team of sparrows,—
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on ’s cheek (but none knows how);
With these the crystal of his... -
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To Chloes breast young Cupid slily stole
But he crept in at Myras pocket hole -
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Why was Cupid a Boy
And why a boy was he
He should have been a Girl
For ought that I can see
5For he shoots with his bow
And the Girl shoots with her Eye
And they both...