Cupid Relieved

As once young Cupid went astray,
The little god I found;
I took his bow and shafts away,
And fast his pinions bound.

At Chloe’s feet my spoils I cast,
My conquest proud to shew;
She saw his godship fettered fast
And smiled to see him so.

But ah! that smile such fresh supplies
Of arms resistless gave!
I’m forced again to yield my prize,
And fall again his slave.

Soame Jenyns.