Old wives have often told, how they Saw Cupid bitten by a flea: And thereupon, in tears half drown'd, He cry'd aloud, Help, help the wound: He wept, he sobb'd, he call'd to some To bring him Lint, and Balsamum, To make a Tent, and put it in, Where the Steletto pierc'd the skin: Which being done, the fretfull paine Asswag'd, and he was well again. |