AS Cupid from the bees their honey stole, Being stung, he in the anguish of his soul, Fled with his dear-bought purchase, which he laid On Cynthia's lips, and thus in anger said: 'Here I'm resolv'd shall a memorial be, Of this my sweet, but punish'd robbery: Let him endure as great a pain as this, Who next presumes these nectar lips to kiss; Their sweetness shall convey revenging smart, Honey to's mouth, but torment to his heart.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR SONG OF THE OPEN COUNTRY by DOROTHY PARKER GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |