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Cupid once upon a bed
Of roses laid his weary head,
Luckless urchin, not to see
Within the leaves a slumbering bee,
The bee awaked, with anger wild,
The bee awaked, and stung the child,
Loud and piteous are his cries,
To Venus quick, he runs, he flies,
O mother, I am wounded through,
I die with pain, in sooth I do.
Stung by some little angry thing,
Some serpent on a tiny wing,
A bee it was, for once I know,
I heard a rustic call it so.
Thus he spoke, and she the while
Heard him with s soothing smile,
Then said, my infant, if so much
Thou feel the little wild bee's touch,
How must the heart, ah, Cupid, be,
The hapless heart that's stung by thee.
