Nought of his ways who first winged Cupids drew.
A drunken party coming up! To evade them I must try.
My sole chance now to keep my cloak is having wings to fly.
Old Chaerephon some trick is always trying,
As now, to dine without his share supplying,
Early he goes to shops which cooks beset,
To whom by contract crockery is let,
And when he sees one choosing dishes, “Say,”
He cries, “what house do you cook for to-day?”
So, when the door’s left gaping, he contrives