Cupids Courtesie:
OR, THE
Young GALLANT Foild at his own Weapon.
He scorned Cupid and his Dart,
Until he felt a wounded Heart.
To a most pleasant Northern Tune, etc.
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THro the cool shady Woods,
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as I was ranging,
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I heard the pretty Birds
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notes sweetly changing;
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Down by a Meadow side,
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there runs a River,
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A little Boy I espyd
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with Bow and Quiver:
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Little Boy tell me why
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thou art here diving?
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Art thou some Run-away,
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and hast no biding?I am no Run-away,
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Venus my Mother,
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She gave me leave to play,
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when I came hither.
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Little Boy go with me,
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and be my Servant;
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I will take care to see
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for thy preferment.
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If I with thee should go,
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Venus would chide me,
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And take away my Bow,
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and never abide me.
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Little Boy let me know,
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whats thy name termed,
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That thou dost wear a Bow,
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and gost so armed?You may perceive the same,
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with often changing,
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Cupid it is my name,
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I live by ranging.
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If Cupid be thy name,
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that shoots at Rovers,
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I have heard of thy fame,
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by wounded Lovers.
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Should any languish that
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are set on fire,
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By such a naked Brat
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I much admire.
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If thou dost but the least,
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at my Laws grumble,
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Ill pierce thy stubborn breast,
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and make thee humble:If I with golden Dart
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wound thee but surely,
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Theres no Physitians Art,
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that eer can cure thee.
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Little Boy with thy Bow,
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why dost thou threaten;
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It is not long ago,
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since thou was beaten:
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Thy wanton Mother fair,
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Venus will chide thee;
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When all thy Arrows are gone,
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thou mayst go hide thee.
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Of powerful Shafts you see,
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I am well stored,
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Which makes my Deity
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so much adored:With one poor Arrow now
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Ill make thee shiver,
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And bend unto my Bow,
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and fear my Quiver.
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Dear little Cupid be
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courteous and kindly,
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I know thou canst not hit,
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but shootest blindly.
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Although thou callst me blind,
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surely ill hit thee,
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That thou shalt quickly find,
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ill not forget thee.
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Then little Cupid caught
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his Bow so nimble,
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And shot a fatal Shaft
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which made him tremble.
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Go tell thy Mistress dear,
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thou canst discover,
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What all the Passions are
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of a dying Lover.
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And now his gallant heart
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sorely was bleeding;
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And felt the greatest smart
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from Love proceeding:He did her help implore,
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whom he affected;
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But found that more and more
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him she rejected.
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For Cupid, with his Craft,
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quickly had chosen,
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And with a leaden Shaft,
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her heart had frozen;
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Which causd this Lover more
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sadly to languish,
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And Cupids Aid implore
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to heal his Anguish.
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He humble Pardon cravd
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for his Offence past,
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And vowd himself a Slave
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and to Love stedfast:
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His Prayers so ardent were,
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whilst his heart panted,
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That Cupid lent an ear,
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and his suit granted.
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For by his present Plaint,
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he was regarded,
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And his adored Saint
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his love rewarded:And now they live in Joy,
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sweetly imbracing,
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And left the little Boy
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in the Woods chasing.
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