Diana hunting on a day,
Beheld where cupid sleeping lay,
      His quiver by his head:
One of his darts she stole away,
And one of her's did close convey
      Into the other's stead.

When next the archer through the grove,
In search of prey, did wanton rove,
      Aurelia fair he spy'd;
Aurelia. who to Damon's pray'r
Disdain’d to lend a tender ear,
      And Cupid’s pow'r defy'd.

Soon as he ey'd the rebel maid;
“Now know my pow'r!” enrag'd, he said;
      Then levell'd at her heart:
Full to the head the shaft he drew;
But harmless to her breast it flew,
      For lo! – ‘twas Dian’s dart.

Exulting, then fair-one cry'd,
“Fond urchin lay your bow aside;
      Your quiver be unbound:
Would you Aurelia’s heart subdue.
Thy plaything arrows ne'er will do:
      Bid Damon give the wound.”