ADONIS.
DAN CUPID with a broken shaftHad bent his grand-dad, Jove, quite double,And then, to cap the climax, laughed;And so he found himself in trouble;Up on that august lap was yankedAnd thoroughly and soundly spanked,Till Cupid saddened, sobered, sore,Wished that his wings had sprouted lower.Dan Cupid then in rage and griefStraightway set out to find his mother,Who stitched upon her evening leaf,(She swore she didn’t have another,Or, if she had, she still would swearShe had none that was fit to wear.)And so the naughty youngster found herWith leaves and sewing girls around her.When Venus heard her infant’s wail,In apprehension she besought himTo tell her all his angry tale;Then to her breast she, breathless, caught him.And, as his tear-stained face she kissed,Upon an arrow scratched her wrist.So in her veins in this strange fashionWas introduced the germ of passion.Indignant at the godlet’s tale,She hastened to protest to Zeus,Her lovely cheek with anger pale,She was prepared to raise the deuce.But as Olympus’ mount drew near,She spied Adonis chasing deer.And in a moment from her headAll thoughts of wrath and Cupid fled.Straightway she hitched her gentle teamOf doves, and left her carriage standing,For this fair youth to her doth seemA hero, comely and commanding—Although in fact and eke in truthHe was a simple country youth;And so it happened that the QueenOf Beauty found him shy and greenNow, Venus, veteran at the gameOf flirting, would not be denied;As goddesses can feel no shame,She soon was anchored to his side;Do what he would, he could not shake her,Go where he would, he had to take her;Until one morn upon the plainShe found the fair Adonis slain.This story should a warning beTo maidens bold who wish to woo,For if you seek your lover, heMost certainly will not seek you;All men may love, but just the sameThey would be hunters—not the game.Adonis, so the story saith,Was really simply boared to death!
DAN CUPID with a broken shaftHad bent his grand-dad, Jove, quite double,And then, to cap the climax, laughed;And so he found himself in trouble;Up on that august lap was yankedAnd thoroughly and soundly spanked,Till Cupid saddened, sobered, sore,Wished that his wings had sprouted lower.Dan Cupid then in rage and griefStraightway set out to find his mother,Who stitched upon her evening leaf,(She swore she didn’t have another,Or, if she had, she still would swearShe had none that was fit to wear.)And so the naughty youngster found herWith leaves and sewing girls around her.When Venus heard her infant’s wail,In apprehension she besought himTo tell her all his angry tale;Then to her breast she, breathless, caught him.And, as his tear-stained face she kissed,Upon an arrow scratched her wrist.So in her veins in this strange fashionWas introduced the germ of passion.Indignant at the godlet’s tale,She hastened to protest to Zeus,Her lovely cheek with anger pale,She was prepared to raise the deuce.But as Olympus’ mount drew near,She spied Adonis chasing deer.And in a moment from her headAll thoughts of wrath and Cupid fled.Straightway she hitched her gentle teamOf doves, and left her carriage standing,For this fair youth to her doth seemA hero, comely and commanding—Although in fact and eke in truthHe was a simple country youth;And so it happened that the QueenOf Beauty found him shy and greenNow, Venus, veteran at the gameOf flirting, would not be denied;As goddesses can feel no shame,She soon was anchored to his side;Do what he would, he could not shake her,Go where he would, he had to take her;Until one morn upon the plainShe found the fair Adonis slain.This story should a warning beTo maidens bold who wish to woo,For if you seek your lover, heMost certainly will not seek you;All men may love, but just the sameThey would be hunters—not the game.Adonis, so the story saith,Was really simply boared to death!
DAN CUPID with a broken shaftHad bent his grand-dad, Jove, quite double,And then, to cap the climax, laughed;And so he found himself in trouble;Up on that august lap was yankedAnd thoroughly and soundly spanked,Till Cupid saddened, sobered, sore,Wished that his wings had sprouted lower.
DAN CUPID with a broken shaft
Had bent his grand-dad, Jove, quite double,
And then, to cap the climax, laughed;
And so he found himself in trouble;
Up on that august lap was yanked
And thoroughly and soundly spanked,
Till Cupid saddened, sobered, sore,
Wished that his wings had sprouted lower.
Dan Cupid then in rage and griefStraightway set out to find his mother,Who stitched upon her evening leaf,(She swore she didn’t have another,Or, if she had, she still would swearShe had none that was fit to wear.)And so the naughty youngster found herWith leaves and sewing girls around her.
Dan Cupid then in rage and grief
Straightway set out to find his mother,
Who stitched upon her evening leaf,
(She swore she didn’t have another,
Or, if she had, she still would swear
She had none that was fit to wear.)
And so the naughty youngster found her
With leaves and sewing girls around her.
When Venus heard her infant’s wail,In apprehension she besought himTo tell her all his angry tale;Then to her breast she, breathless, caught him.And, as his tear-stained face she kissed,Upon an arrow scratched her wrist.So in her veins in this strange fashionWas introduced the germ of passion.
When Venus heard her infant’s wail,
In apprehension she besought him
To tell her all his angry tale;
Then to her breast she, breathless, caught him.
And, as his tear-stained face she kissed,
Upon an arrow scratched her wrist.
So in her veins in this strange fashion
Was introduced the germ of passion.
Indignant at the godlet’s tale,She hastened to protest to Zeus,Her lovely cheek with anger pale,She was prepared to raise the deuce.But as Olympus’ mount drew near,She spied Adonis chasing deer.And in a moment from her headAll thoughts of wrath and Cupid fled.
Indignant at the godlet’s tale,
She hastened to protest to Zeus,
Her lovely cheek with anger pale,
She was prepared to raise the deuce.
But as Olympus’ mount drew near,
She spied Adonis chasing deer.
And in a moment from her head
All thoughts of wrath and Cupid fled.
Straightway she hitched her gentle teamOf doves, and left her carriage standing,For this fair youth to her doth seemA hero, comely and commanding—Although in fact and eke in truthHe was a simple country youth;And so it happened that the QueenOf Beauty found him shy and green
Straightway she hitched her gentle team
Of doves, and left her carriage standing,
For this fair youth to her doth seem
A hero, comely and commanding—
Although in fact and eke in truth
He was a simple country youth;
And so it happened that the Queen
Of Beauty found him shy and green
Now, Venus, veteran at the gameOf flirting, would not be denied;As goddesses can feel no shame,She soon was anchored to his side;Do what he would, he could not shake her,Go where he would, he had to take her;Until one morn upon the plainShe found the fair Adonis slain.
Now, Venus, veteran at the game
Of flirting, would not be denied;
As goddesses can feel no shame,
She soon was anchored to his side;
Do what he would, he could not shake her,
Go where he would, he had to take her;
Until one morn upon the plain
She found the fair Adonis slain.
This story should a warning beTo maidens bold who wish to woo,For if you seek your lover, heMost certainly will not seek you;All men may love, but just the sameThey would be hunters—not the game.Adonis, so the story saith,Was really simply boared to death!
This story should a warning be
To maidens bold who wish to woo,
For if you seek your lover, he
Most certainly will not seek you;
All men may love, but just the same
They would be hunters—not the game.
Adonis, so the story saith,
Was really simply boared to death!