To Sweet Meat, Soure Sauce

AS Cupid from the Bees their Hony-stole,
Being stung, he in the Anguish of his Soul,
Fled with his Dear-bought Purchace, which he laid
On Cynthia's Lips, and thus in Anger said;
Here I'm resolv'd shall a Memorial be,
Of this my sweet, but punish'd Robbery;
Let him endure as great a Pain as this,
Who next presumes these Nectar Lips to kiss;
Their Sweetness shall convey revenging Smart,
Honey to's Mouth, but Torment to his Heart.