Cupid's Promise - Paraphrased
Soft Cupid, wanton, amorous boy, The other day, moved with my lyre, In flattering accents spoke his joy, And uttered thus his fond desire. Oh! raise thy voice, one song I ask, Touch then th' harmonious string; To Thyrsis easy is the task, Who can so sweetly play and sing. Two kisses from my mother dear, Thyrsis, thy due reward shall be; None, none like Beauty's queen is fair; Paris has vouch'd this truth for me. I straight reply'd, thou know'st alone, That brightest Cloe rules my breast, I'll sing thee two instead of one If thou'lt be kind and make me blest. One kiss from Cloe's lips, no more I crave. He promised me success; I play'd with all my skill and power, My glowing passion to express. But, oh! my Cloe, beauteous maid, Wilt thou the wish'd reward bestow? Wilt thou make good what Love has said, And by thy grant his power show?
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