The loves of hero and leander translations from various Greek authors (1728) |
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ODE XL. Upon Cupid.
Wanton
Cupid, as at play
On a bank of flow'rs he lay,
By a little bee was stung,
That about his fingers clung.
Straight to Venus running, flying,
Raving sometimes, sometimes crying.
‘Help, ah! mother, help your son,
‘Help (he cry'd) or I'm undone.
‘Look how that audacious thing,
‘Has transpierc'd me with his sting.
‘Thing, I know not what to call:
‘Winged thing, as fierce as small.
‘Winged serpent, let me see—
‘That the rusticks name a bee.
On a bank of flow'rs he lay,
By a little bee was stung,
That about his fingers clung.
Straight to Venus running, flying,
Raving sometimes, sometimes crying.
‘Help, ah! mother, help your son,
‘Help (he cry'd) or I'm undone.
‘Look how that audacious thing,
‘Has transpierc'd me with his sting.
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‘Winged thing, as fierce as small.
‘Winged serpent, let me see—
‘That the rusticks name a bee.
Venus smiling on her son,
Boy, (she said) if thou'rt undone
By so very small a thing,
By so very slight a sting,
What must be the lover's smart,
When thy arrows pierce his heart?
Boy, (she said) if thou'rt undone
By so very small a thing,
By so very slight a sting,
What must be the lover's smart,
When thy arrows pierce his heart?
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