The wounded Cupid (Clara Angela Macirone)
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2019-04-25). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 109 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Transposed down a semitone.
Original text and translations
Cupid as he lay among
Roses, by a bee was stung.
Whereupon in anger flying
To his mother, said thus crying;
Help! O help! your boy's a dying.
And why, my pretty lad, said she?
Then blubbering, replied he,
A winged snake has bitten me,
Which country people call a bee.
At which she smiled; then with her hairs
And kisses drying up his tears:
Alas! said she, my wag! if this
Such a pernicious torment is:
Come, tell me then, how great's the smart
Of those, thou woundest with thy dart!