Translation of the 40th Ode of ANACREON

As CUPID loosen'd with his blows The fragrant foldings of a rose, The little urchin did not see Beneath their shade a sleeping bee: The insect with instinctive art Against his finger arm'd his dart; When half he flew, and half he ran, And to his mother thus began: "I die, mamma, indeed I shall, A serpent that had vings, tho' small, Has shot an arrow into me— The shepherds said it was a bee" "Pray, CUPID, if so sharp a sting Belong to such a little thing, What do you think must be the smart When you shoot others to the heart?"