The Three Arrows

Of all the shafts to Cupid's bow,
The first is tipp'd with fire;
All bare their bosoms to the blow
And call the wound Desire.

Love's second is a poison'd dart,
And Jealousy is named:
Which carries poison to the heart
Desire had first inflamed.

The last of Cupid's arrows all
With heavy lead is set:
That vainly weeping lovers call
Repentance, or Regret.