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Cupid, wanton boy ! was young, His wings unfledged, and rude his tongue, He loitered in Arcadian bowers, And hid his bow in wreaths of flowers; Or pierced some fond unguarded heart With now and then a random dart: But heroes scorned the idle boy, And .love was but a shepherd's toy.