Bravely Cupid wakes his lute,
All the merry winds are mute:
Softer, Softer, hark the string,
Lo, a heart is listening!
Wary player Cupid is,
Sure as sweet his melodies,
Like his dart his music goes,
Where -- the rogue, he knows,
he knows.

J.V. Cheney

-- image courtesy of John Kemler    

"Stay, merry maiden, hear me play,"
Did little, luting Cupid say;
Quoth the maiden, frowning:
"Nay, Nay, Nay."

"Then cruel maid, I fly away,"
Did little winged Cupid say;
Quoth the maiden, smiling:
"Play, play, play".

J.V. Cheney

-- image courtesy of Jerry Anderson