AS Cupid from the bees their honey stole, Being stung, he in the anguish of his soul, Fled with his dear-bought purchase, which he laid On Cynthia's lips, and thus in anger said: 'Here I'm resolv'd shall a memorial be, Of this my sweet, but punish'd robbery: Let him endure as great a pain as this, Who next presumes these nectar lips to kiss; Their sweetness shall convey revenging smart, Honey to's mouth, but torment to his heart.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON A LUTE FOUND IN A SARCOPHAGUS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE UNDISCOVERED COUNTRY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 40. AL-MUKIT by EDWIN ARNOLD TO A BUNCH OF GRAPES; RIPENING IN MY WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |