The Bag of the Bee

About the sweet bag of a beeTwo cupids fell at odds,And whose the pretty prize should beThey vow'd to ask the gods.Which Venus hearing, thither came,And for their boldness stripp'd them,And, taking thence from each his flame,With rods of myrtle whipp'd them.Which done, to still their wanton cries,When quiet grown she'd seen them,She kiss'd, and wip'd their dove-like eyes,And gave the bag between them.