Diana and Cupid

W HEN Cupid bathing Dian view'd,
The Goddess fled, the Boy pursued —
She lost her veil in hurry'd flight,
He bore it home — the victor's right.

His artful Mother claim'd the prize,
And threw the net before her eyes;
Convinc'd, whatever she could boast,
That in this veil she charm'd the most .
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