Old Wives Have Often Told How They Saw Cupid Bitten By A Flea; And Thereupon, In Tears Half Drown'D, He Cried Aloud: Help, Help The Wound! He Wept, He Sobb'D, He Call'D To Some To Bring Him Lint And Balsamum, To Make A Tent, And Put It In Where The Stiletto Pierced The Skin; Which, Being Done, The Fretful Pain Assuaged, And He Was Well Again.