Old wives have often told, how they
Saw Cupid bitten by a flea:
And thereupon, in tears half drown'd,
He cry'd aloud, Help, help the wound:
He wept, he sobb'd, he call'd to some
To bring him Lint, and Balsamum,
To make a Tent, and put it in,
Where the Steletto pierc'd the skin:
Which being done, the fretfull paine
Asswag'd, and he was well again.
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