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ON A LADY'S CUTTING OFF THE WINGS OF A PAPER CUPID.
Ah! ruthless, cruel lady, why,
Without one tear, without one sigh,
Cut off the wings of Cupid?
Believe me true, you'll rue the hour,
When from the God you took such power,
And prov'd your heart so rigid.
Without one tear, without one sigh,
Cut off the wings of Cupid?
Believe me true, you'll rue the hour,
When from the God you took such power,
And prov'd your heart so rigid.
Love's host will soon avenging rise,
To claim the boy that you despise,
Though wingless, will receive him:
With charming art, new wings they'll make,
And on his wrongs just vengeance take,
Because you dar'd deceive him.
To claim the boy that you despise,
Though wingless, will receive him:
With charming art, new wings they'll make,
And on his wrongs just vengeance take,
Because you dar'd deceive him.
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