"O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face, / Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms; / There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend, / And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Walter
Date
1761
Metaphor
"O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face, / Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms; / There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend, / And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts."
Metaphor in Context
TULLIA, Alone.
What have I done, and whither is he gone?
To Clodia.--Ah! I fear that is to death:
For she perhaps hath laid this midnight plot,
To seize my unsuspecting Frugi's life;
Perhaps, (ah! that were worse) to seize his heart;
For she is mistress of a thousand charms.
O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face,
Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms;
There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend,
And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts.

[Exit.]
(p. 24)
Provenance
LION
Citation
3 entries in ESTC (1761).

The Banishment of Cicero. A Tragedy. By Richard Cumberland (London: Printed for J. Walter, 1761). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
09/04/2013

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.