Cupid as he lay among <br />Roses, by a Bee was stung. <br />Whereupon in anger flying <br />To his Mother, said thus crying; <br />Help! O help! your Boy's a dying. <br />And why, my pretty Lad, said she? <br />Then blubbering, replyed he, <br />A winged Snake has bitten me, <br />Which Country people call a Bee. <br />At which she smil'd; then with her hairs <br />And kisses drying up his tears: <br />Alas! said she, my Wag! if this <br />Such a pernicious torment is: <br />Come, tel me then, how great's the smart <br />Of those, thou woundest with thy Dart!<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wounded-cupid/
