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.