Cupid

Cupid, god of love and joy, Wanton rosy winged boy, Guard her heart from all alarms, Bring her deck'd in all her charms, Blushing, panting, to my arms.

All the heaven I ask below, Is to use thy darts and bow, Could I have them in my pow'r, One sweet smiling happy hour, One sweet woman I'd secure.

She's the first which Venus made, With her graces full array'd; When she treads the velvet ground, We feel the zone with which she's bound, All is paradise around.