Cupid sat at a work-bench, mending a broken dart;
“I am Florelle,” said she, “and I come to claim Lothario’s heart.
“Here is the ticket, Cupid; what are the ransom fees?
See, I will pay you the money; give me the heart, if you please.”
“But I am blind,” said Cupid, “I cannot see the name;
Describe the heart you are looking for, and so make good your claim.”
“Lothario’s heart,” said the lady, “is brave and knows no fear.”
“Alas!” said Cupid, dejectedly, “no such heart is here.”
“His heart,” said the lady, further, “is honest, and good, and true.”
“No,” said Dan Cupid, wofully, “not one of these hearts will do.”