Culpable Cupid

Felix curses Cupid for his wife and his subsequent unhappy life. The little bugger, he complains, has brought him only nuptial pains. The rascal shot him a fatal blow for her whose love is cold as snow. How, he wails, that a single arrow could smite a man with such sorrow? Does the fickle little fool think the heart’s a lifeless target for his capricious darts? Let Mars and Venus repudiate him and Pluto make him a worthy victim sending him to his dark abode below stripped of mischief, bow and arrow.