Classic Poem

Come, little God of Love , for once, let's try
Who is the better Mark's-man, You, or I:
So — fill your Quiver, summon all your Art,
Well now the Bust ? the bright Corinna 's Heart,
There, Sir, you've miss'd, and I have pierc'd the Part.

I own I miss'd! but 'twas thro' want of Sight,
To guide my never-erring Arrow right;
But — lest you should conceive that I design'd,
To take Advantage o'er you, 'cause you're Blind ;
We'll have another Tryal in the Dark ,
And let him take the Maid , who hits the Mark .