Whose arrows more fatally flew.
In vain did the emulous urchin display
All his arts, his companion still carried the day,
For his shafts were, as destiny, true.
Boy Cupid, annoyed at the other's success,
Invoked cousin Mercury's aid,
Who, having for mischief a talent no less,
Changed their quivers, so featly that neither could guess,
Such complete transposition were made.
The result, up to this very hour you may see,