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Loud and more loud the quarrel grows; From words the wranglers went to blows, For Folly's rage is prompt to rise; Till bleeding Love a martyr stood— A stroke from Folly's weapon rude, Put out his eyes.

Then wild with anguish, Venus pray'd, For vengeance on the idiot's head, And begg'd of cloud-compelling Jove, His swiftest lightening, to destroy, The mischievous malignant boy That blinded Love.