LESBIA and her Sparrow: Or Cupid turn'd Fowler

As little Cupid blith and gay Among the Roses flew, Brushing the Vi'lets in his Way, Impearl'd with Morning Dew,

His painted Wings he wanton spread, To skim the daisi'd Lawn; Then perching on a Lilly's Head Stood smiling in the Dawn.

Young Lesbia now amid the Gales The Breath of Morn bestows, Fan'd by the Fragrance which it steals From Cowslips and the Rose.

To yonder Grotto arch'd with Green The lovely Nymph drew nigh; The warbling Thrush inchants the Scene, With Bees which humming fly.

Now plac'd within the blissfu Shade, Her Sparrow flutt'ring round, Cupid descries th' unguarded Maid, And meditates the Wound.

His glitt'ring Bow he hasty bent, Then from his Quiver drew The pointed Shaft he twanging sent, The Shaft which crring flew.

To pierce her Breast he speeds the Dart, Yet Love himself shoots wide: His Arrow enter'd Dickey's Heart; He on her Bosom dy'd.

Who would not envy his sweet Death, And Dickey's Doom desire, Within her Arms to yield his Breath, And on her Breast expire!