Thus Venus to the muses spoke:
Damsels submit to Venus’ yoke,
Or dread my Cupid’s arms.
Those threats, the Virgins nine replied,
May weigh with Mars, but we deride
Love’s wrongs, or darts, or charms.
Another is:—
A certain person found some gold,
Carried it off, and in its stead
Left a strong halter neatly roll’d.