(Fie on that rascal Cupid!)
Is to select a verdant youth,
A handsome boy, but stupid!
She tries her best to win his heart
With all her once unfailing art,
But finds—ah, Eros! think of that!
That Phaon thinks her old and fat.
Poor Sappho keenly feels the shame
Of love quite unrequited,
And though she knows herself to blame,