Classic Poem

CUPID PROVED A FENCER .

Ah Cupid, I mistook thee;
I for an archer, and no fencer took thee.
But as a fencer oft feigns blows and thrusts,
Where he intends no harm,
Then turns his baleful arm,
And wounds that part which least his foe mistrusts;
So thou, with fencing art,
Feigning to wound mine eyes, hast hit my heart.