No armor proof, or fenced walls of stone,
Could turn their arrows; bulwarks were in vain.
Thro' princes courts, and kingdoms far and near,
As well in foreign parts as Christendom,
These travellers their weary steps then steer,
But to the deserts seldom come.
A. 'Tis Death and Cupid, whose arrows pierce thro' the walls of Brass or strong Armour in all Courts and Kingdoms in the habitable World.
Q. Two Calves and an Ape