CUPID AT COURT
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Young Cupid strung his bow one day, And sallied out for sport; As country hearts were easy prey, Odd Darts! he went to court. Of all that wore the puff and patch, Belinda led the fair: With falbala, and fan to match, I trow she made him stare! “Oho!” he cried, and quickly drew His bow upon the sly;— But though he pierced her bosom through, She never breathed a sigh! This was a turn, beyond a doubt, That filled him with amaze, And so he sought his mother out, With tear-bewildered gaze. “You silly boy,” Dame Venus said, “Why did you waste your art? Go clip your curls and hide your head,— Belinda has no heart!” Samuel Minturn Peck.
