When the god of merry love

When the god of merry love
As yet in his cradle lay,
Thus his withered nurse did say:
"Thou a wanton boy wilt prove
To deceive the powers above;
For by thy continual smiling
I see thy power of beguiling."

Therewith she the babe did kiss;
When a sudden fire outcame
From those burning lips of his,
That did her with love inflame.
But none would regard the same:
So that, to her day of dying,
The old wretch lived ever crying.