Cupid once in peevish pet

Cupid once in peevish pet
Cried to Venus—"They are wet—
He has drench'd my strings in tears;
All my quiver have I shot—
Wasted all—they pierce him not,
And his heart of stone appears."

"Listen, silly boy!" she said:
"Steal a lock from Doris' head;
When thy arrows miss—refrain!
Waste not, trifling rogue, thy strength—
Wait and watch! Be sure at length
Cupid shall his victory gain."

So he runs where Doris dresses,
But he dared not steal her tresses;—
For a straggling hair or two
Softly he implores the fair:
Bends his bow—"The shaft is here—
He has pierced me through and through."