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Robert Herrick - The Wounded Cupid
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Cupid as he lay among 
Roses, by a Bee was stung. 
Whereupon in anger flying 
To his Mother, said thus crying; 
Help! O help! your Boy`s a dying. 
And why, my pretty Lad, said she? 
Then blubbering, replyed he, 
A winged Snake has bitten me, 
Which Country people call a Bee. 
At which she smil`d; then with her hairs 
And kisses drying up his tears: 
Alas! said she, my Wag! if this 
Such a pernicious torment is: 
Come, tel me then, how great`s the smart 
Of those, thou woundest with thy Dart!
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