He thankless cried, “I hither came
“To tame thee. In thine ardent pain
“Of Cupid think and young Climene.”—
“Ah! now I know thee, little scamp,
“Ungrateful, cruel boy! Decamp!”
Cupid a saucy caper cut,
Skipped through the door, and as it shut,
“My bow,” he taunting cried, “is sound,
“Thy heart, poor comrade, feels the wound.”