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Anne Kingsmill Finch - Cupid And Folly
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CUPID, ere depriv`d of Sight, 
Young and apt for all Delight, 
Met with Folly on the way, 
As Idle and as fond of Play. 
In gay Sports the time they pass; 
Now run, now wrestle on the Grass; 
Their painted Wings then nimbly ply, 
And ev`ry way for Mast`ry try: 
`Till a Contest do`s arise, 
Who has won th` appointed Prize. 
Gentle Love refers the Case 
To the next, that comes in Place; 
Trusting to his flatt`ring Wiles, 
And softens the Dispute with Smiles. 
But Folly, who no Temper knows, 
Words pursues with hotter Blows: 
`Till the eyes of Love were lost, 
Which has such Pain to Mortals cost. 

Venus hears his mournful Crys, 
And repeats `em, in the Skys, 
To Jupiter in Council set, 
With Peers for the Occasion met; 
In her Arms the Boy she bears, 
Bathing him in falling Tears; 
And whilst his want of Eyes is shown, 
Secures the Judges by her Own. 
Folly to the Board must come, 
And hear the Tryal and the Doom; 
Which Cytherea loudly prays 
May be as heavy as the Case: 
Which, when All was justly weigh`d, 
Cupid`s Wings now useless made, 
That a staff, his Feet must guide, 
Which wou`d still be apt to slide; 
This Decree at last was read, 
That Love by Folly shou`d be lead.
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