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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Origin of Cupid -- A Fable</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">ON IDA'S mount the gods were met, <br>A sportive, jolly, noisy set, <br>Resolving nectar bowls to quaff, <br>To revel, riot, sing and laugh; <br>For gods will frolic now and then, <br>And err like earth-born sons of men. <br>From early dawn till setting day <br>The jocund hours had roll'd away, <br>When midst the group Apollo rose <br>This serious question to propose, <br>Who should succeed upon the throne <br>When Jupiter their king was gone? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MARS first his best excuses made, <br>War his delight and ancient trade; <br>Old NEPTUNE vow'd at such an age, <br>In state affairs he'd not engage: <br>BACCHUS preferr'd a draught of nectar <br>To any monarch's crown and sceptre. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At length fatigu'd with idle prating,<br>With contradiction and debating;<br>It was propos'd, and straight agreed,<br>A new-form'd monarch should succeed,<br>And each, to make the plan expedient,<br>Should of offer some DIVINE ingredient. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">MARS offer'd couragetrain'd to arms; <br>VENUS her soft bewitching charms: <br>HERCULES strength; proud JUNO grace; <br>MOMUS his laughing, dimpled face; <br>APOLLO and the SISTERS NINE, <br>Gave polish'd manners, wit divine! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At length the infant was completed, <br>And on a throne of ether seated; <br>His beauty aw'd the gazing crowd; <br>Before his feet each veteran bow'd; <br>Each hop'd his gentle smiles to prove, <br>And hail'd the little monarch LOVE. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When lo, to check the mirthful hour, <br>Old TIME appear'd, with aspect sour; <br>His hoary locks like silver thread <br>Upon his stooping shoulders spread; <br>"Vain are your wishes" cried the sage; <br>"In useless toil you now engage, <br>Think ye, with all this vain parade, <br>To form a god without MY aid? <br>In all debates am I alone, <br>For age, and wise experience known; </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=455725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Presumptuous wretches, you shall prove,<br>That TIME has pow'r TO CONQUER LOVE!<br>No settled bliss the Boy shall taste,<br>My pinions to his shoulders plac'd<br>Shall bear him to the world below;<br>Each change of fortune there to know;<br>While in each state the wretch shall be<br>A SUBJECT VASSAL STILL TO ME."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a></strong></div>