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.' |