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CUPID'S TREACHERY.
Cupid lay tumbling in a rose,
When Celia caught him,
Filled with soft warmth a sweet repose
Had gently brought him:
Then did she lay her bosom bare,
And lightly bid him welcome there;
For she had sought him.
When Celia caught him,
Filled with soft warmth a sweet repose
Had gently brought him:
Then did she lay her bosom bare,
And lightly bid him welcome there;
For she had sought him.
So long he lay hushed on her heart,
It were a wonder;
Then did he draw a pointed dart
So deep did wound her,
That by the wings she plucked the god,
And quickly stript him,
And taking up a myrtle rod,
She soundly whipt him
Until he cried for pity, then
She coaxed him into smiles again;
With tender words she soothed his pain,
And sweetly lipp'd him.
It were a wonder;
Then did he draw a pointed dart
So deep did wound her,
That by the wings she plucked the god,
And quickly stript him,
And taking up a myrtle rod,
She soundly whipt him
Until he cried for pity, then
She coaxed him into smiles again;
With tender words she soothed his pain,
And sweetly lipp'd him.
O Love, and has my Celia found for thee
A heart of pity, yet hath none for me?
A heart of pity, yet hath none for me?
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