As lately I a garland bound, <br />'Mongst roses I there Cupid found; <br />I took him, put him in my cup, <br />And drunk with wine, I drank him up. <br />Hence then it is that my poor breast <br />Could never since find any rest.<br /><br />Anacreon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/upon-cupid-2/
