The throne of Cupid had an easy stair,
His bark is fit to sail with every wind,
The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.


Book IV, stanza 34 - Tasso's Jerusalem Delivered (1600)


The throne of Cupid had an easy stair, His bark is fit to sail with every wind, The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.

The throne of Cupid had an easy stair, His bark is fit to sail with every wind, The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.

The throne of Cupid had an easy stair, His bark is fit to sail with every wind, The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.

The throne of Cupid had an easy stair, His bark is fit to sail with every wind, The breach he makes no wisdom can repair.