CUPID! because thou shin'st in STELLA'S eyes;
That from her locks, thy dances none 'scapes free;
That those lips swelled, so full of thee they be,
That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise;
That in her breast, thy pap well sugared lies;
That her grace, gracious makes thy wrongs; that she
What words so e'er she speak, persuades for thee:
That her clear voice lifts thy fame to the skies:
Thou countest STELLA thine, like those whose powers
Having got up a breach by fighting well,
Cry, "Victory! this fair day all is ours!"
0 no! Her heart is such a citadel,
So fortified with wit, stored with disdain;
That to win it, is all the skill and pain.
XIII.
PHOEBUS was judge between JOVE, MARS and LOVE;
Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were.
JOVE'S golden shield did eagle sables bear,
Whose talons held young GANYMEDE above.
But in vert field, MARS bare a golden spear,
Which through a bleeding heart his point did shove.
Each had his crest. MARS carried VENUS' glove;
JOVE on his helm, the thunderbolt did rear.
CUPID then smiles. For on his crest there lies
STELLA'S fair hair. Her face, he makes his shield;
Where roses gules are borne in silver field.
PHOEBUS drew wide the curtains of the skies
To blaze these last: and sware devoutly then,
The first, thus matched, were scantly gentlemen.
