CUPID
and
CHLOE
.
By
the
Same
.
TO
deck
her
bosom
Chloe
chose
,
Before
all
flow'rs
,
the
blushing
rose
:
It
made
her
breasts
more
lovely
shew
,
And
added
whiteness
to
their
snow
.
The
tender
nymph
,
herself
a
bud
,
So
much
already
understood
.
But
once
,
bless'd
hour
!
she
went
to
see
The
produce
of
the
favourite
tree
.
A
large
and
tempting
rose
she
found
,
Which
spread
its
perfumes
all
around
.
It
seem'd
to
court
the
virgin's
hand
,
The
virgin
did
not
long
withstand
.
She
pluck'd
—
but
O
!
a
sudden
pain
Made
her
release
the
stalk
again
.
The
wound
appear'd
,
her
finger
bled
,
And
stain'd
the
rose
with
guilty
red
.
The
nymph
,
with
pain
and
anger
mov'd
,
Began
to
hate
what
once
she
lov'd
;
She
sigh'd
,
she
wept
,
and
stamp'd
,
and
swore
She'd
touch
the
odious
tree
no
more
.
When
forth
a
little
Cupid
came
,
T'
appease
the
crying
angry
dame
.
The
angry
nymph
the
God
perceives
Struggling
through
th'
intangling
leaves
:
When
from
his
fragrant
ambuscade
He
thus
accosts
the
weeping
maid
.
Cease
,
Chloe
,
cease
;
and
do
not
cry
,
Nor
blame
the
harmless
tree
—
'twas
I
.
'Twas
I
,
that
caus'd
the
little
pain
,
And
I
—
will
make
it
well
again
.
My
mother
bad
me
do't
;
and
said
,
This
herb
would
ease
the
suff'ring
maid
.
Let
it
but
to
the
place
be
bound
,
'Twill
stop
the
blood
,
and
heal
the
wound
.
But
,
Chloe
,
if
so
small
a
dart
,
And
in
the
finger
,
gives
such
smart
,
What
,
madam
—
if
I'd
pierc'd
your
heart
?
Cease
then
to
scorn
my
pow'r
;
and
know
,
By
what
I've
done
,
what
I
can
do
.
Here
he
assum'd
an
aweful
look
;
He
nodded
thrice
,
his
locks
he
shook
,
And
mimick'd
Jove
in
all
he
spoke
.
With
strenuous
arm
he
twang'd
his
bow
,
He
shew'd
her
all
his
quiver
too
;
This
,
says
the
God
,
—
and
this
,
the
dart
,
That
wounded
such
and
such
a
heart
.
The
virgin
saw
,
admir'd
,
believ'd
,
And
bow'd
—
the
God
with
smiles
receiv'd
The
adoration
which
she
pay'd
,
And
wav'd
his
purple
wings
,
and
left
the
wond'ring
maid
.
My
Chloe
still
can
shew
the
scar
,
And
boasts
the
God's
peculiar
care
.
She
loves
and
is
belov'd
again
,
Secure
of
pleasure
,
free
from
pain
.
I've
seen
the
rose
adorn'd
with
blood
,
Which
from
my
Chloe's
finger
flow'd
;
I've
seen
the
sprig
where
Cupid
stood
.
I
saw
his
little
fragrant
nest
—
And
Chloe
told
me
all
the
rest
.