Cupid, instruct an amorous swain

Cupid, instruct an amorous swain, Some way to tell the nymph his pain, To common youths unknown; To talk of sighs, and flames, and darts, Of bleeding wounds, and burning hearts, Are methods vulgar grown.

What need'st thou tell? (the God reply'd) That love the shepherd cannot hide, The nymph will quickly find; When Phoebus does his beams display, To tell men gravely that 'tis day, Is to suppose them blind.