Cupid As He Lay Among Roses, By A Bee Was Stung. Whereupon In Anger Flying To His Mother, Said Thus Crying; Help! O Help! Your Boy'S A Dying. And Why, My Pretty Lad, Said She? Then Blubbering, Replyed He, A Winged Snake Has Bitten Me, Which Country People Call A Bee. At Which She Smil'D; Then With Her Hairs And Kisses Drying Up His Tears: Alas! Said She, My Wag! If This Such A Pernicious Torment Is: Come, Tel Me Then, How Great'S The Smart Of Those, Thou Woundest With Thy Dart!