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