Upon Cupid (Old wives have often told how they)

Old wives have often told how theySaw Cupid bitten by a flea;And thereupon, in tears half drown'd,He cried aloud: Help, help the wound!He wept, he sobb'd, he call'd to someTo bring him lint and balsamum,To make a tent, and put it inWhere the stiletto pierced the skin;Which, being done, the fretful painAssuaged, and he was well again.