As Cupid, With His Band Of Sprites, In Paphian Grove Set Things To Rights, And Trimmed His Bow And Tipped His Arrows, And Taught, To Play With Lesbia, Sparrows, Thus Hymen Said: "Your Blindness Makes, O Cupid, Wonderful Mistakes! You Send Me Such Ill-Coupled Folks: It Grieves Me, Now, To Give Them Yokes. An Old Chap, With His Troubles Laden, You Bind To A Light-Hearted Maiden; Or Join Incongruous Minds Together, To Squabble For A Pin Or Feather Until They Sue For A Divorce; To Which The Wife Assents - Of Course." "It Is Your Fault, And None Of Mine," Cupid Replied. "I Hearts Combine: You Trade In Settlements And Deeds, And Care Not For The Heart That Bleeds. You Couple Them For Gold And Fee; Complain Of Plutus - Not Of Me." Then Plutus Added: "What Can I Do? - The Settlement Is What They Spy To. Say, Does Belinda Blame Her Fate? - She Only Asked A Great Estate. Doris Was Rich Enough, But Humble: She Got A Title - Does She Grumble? All Men Want Money - Not A Shoe-Tie Care They For Excellence Or Beauty. Oh All, My Boys, Is Right Enough: They Got The Money - Hearts Is Stuff."