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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mercury And Cupid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In sullen Humour one Day Jove <br>Sent Hermes down to Ida's Grove,<br>Commanding Cupid to deliver<br>His Store of Darts, his total Quiver;<br>That Hermes shou'd the Weapons break,<br>Or throw 'em into Lethe's Lake.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Hermes, You know, must do his Errand:<br>He found his Man, produc'd his Warrant:<br>Cupid, your Darts-this very Hour-<br>There's no contending against Power.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">How sullen Jupiter, just now<br>I think I said: and You'll allow,<br>That Cupid was as bad as He:<br>Hear but the Youngster's Repartee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Come Kinsman (said the little God)<br>Put off your Wings; lay by your Rod;<br>Retire with Me to yonder Bower;<br>And rest your self for half an Hour:<br>'Tis far indeed from hence to Heav'n:<br>And You fly fast: and 'tis but Seven.<br>We'll take one cooling Cup of Nectar;<br>And drink to this Celestial Hector-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He break my Darts, or hurt my Pow'r!<br>He, Leda's Swan, and Danae's Show'r!<br>Go, bid him his Wife's Tongue restrain;<br>And mind his Thunder, and his Rain.-</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My Darts? O certainly I'll give 'em:<br>From Cloe's Eyes He shall receive 'em.<br>There's One, the Best in all my Quiver,<br>Twang! thro' his very Heart and Liver.<br>He then shall Pine, and Sigh, and Rave:<br>Good Lord! what Bustle shall We have!<br>Neptune must straight be sent to Sea;<br>And Flora summon'd twice a-day:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=457154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One must find Shells, and t'other Flow'rs,<br>For cooling Grotts, and fragrant Bow'rs,<br>That Cloe may be serv'd in State:<br>The Hours must at Her Toilet wait:<br>Whilst all the reasoning Fools below,<br>Wonder their Watches go too slow.<br>Lybs must fly South, and Eurus East,<br>For Jewels for Her Hair and Breast:<br>No Matter tho' their cruel Haste<br>Sink Cities, and lay Forrests waste.<br>No Matter tho' This Fleet be lost;<br>Or That lie wind-bound on the Coast.<br>What whis'pring in my Mother's Ear!<br>What Care, that Juno shou'd not hear!<br>What Work among You Scholar Gods!<br>Phoebus must write Him am'rous Odes:<br>And Thou, poor Cousin, must compose<br>His Letters in submissive Prose:<br>Whilst haughty Cloe, to sustain<br>The Honour of My mystic Reign,<br>Shall all his Gifts and Vows disdain;<br>And laugh at your Old Bully's Pain.<br>Dear Couz, said Hermes in a Fright,<br>For Heav'n sake keep Your Darts: Good Night.</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=Matthew+Prior">Matthew Prior</a></strong></div>