Cupid armed

Place the helm on thy brow,

In thy hand take the spear;

Thou art arm'd, Cupid, now,

And thy battle-hoar is near.

March on! march on! thy shaft and bow

Were weak against such charms;

March on! march on! so proud a foe

Scorns all but martial arms.

See the darts in her eyes,

Tipt with scorn, how they shine!

Ev'ry shaft, as it flies.

Mocking proudly at thine.

March on! march on! thy feather'd darts

Soft bosoms soon might move;

But ruder arms to ruder hearts

Must teach what 'tis to love.

Place the helm on thy brow;

In thy hand take the spear, --

Thou art arm'd Cupid, now,

And thy battle-hour is near.