Of all the shafts to Cupid's bow ,
The first is tipp'd with fire ,
All bare their bosoms to the blow
And call the wound Desire .
Love's second in a poison'd dart ,
And Jealousy is named ;
Which carries poison to the heart
Desire had first inflamed .
The last of Cupid's arrows all
With heavy lead is set ;
That vainly weeping lovers call
Repentance , or Regret.