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Mary Darby Robinson - The Origin of Cupid -- A FableMary Darby Robinson - The Origin of Cupid -- A Fable
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ON IDA`S mount the gods were met, A sportive, jolly, noisy set, Resolving nectar bowls to quaff, To revel, riot, sing and laugh; For gods will frolic now and then, And err like earth-born sons of men. From early dawn till setting day The jocund hours had roll`d away, When midst the group Apollo rose This serious question to propose, Who should succeed upon the throne­ When Jupiter their king was gone?  MARS first his best excuses made, War his delight and ancient trade; Old NEPTUNE vow`d at such an age, In state affairs he`d not engage: BACCHUS preferr`d a draught of nectar To any monarch`s crown and sceptre. At length fatigu`d with idle prating, With contradiction and debating; It was propos`d, and straight agreed, A new-form`d monarch should succeed, And each, to make the plan expedient, Should of offer some DIVINE ingredient.  MARS offer`d courage­train`d to arms; VENUS her soft bewitching charms: HERCULES strength; proud JUNO grace; MOMUS his laughing, dimpled face; APOLLO and the SISTERS NINE, Gave polish`d manners, wit divine!  At length the infant was completed, And on a throne of ether seated; His beauty aw`d the gazing crowd; Before his feet each veteran bow`d; Each hop`d his gentle smiles to prove, And hail`d the little monarch LOVE.  When lo, to check the mirthful hour, Old TIME appear`d, with aspect sour; His hoary locks like silver thread Upon his stooping shoulders spread; "Vain are your wishes" cried the sage; "In useless toil you now engage, Think ye, with all this vain parade, To form a god without MY aid? In all debates am I alone, For age, and wise experience known; Presumptuous wretches, you shall prove, That TIME has pow`r TO CONQUER LOVE! No settled bliss the Boy shall taste, My pinions to his shoulders plac`d Shall bear him to the world below; Each change of fortune there to know; While in each state the wretch shall be A SUBJECT VASSAL STILL TO ME."
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