It fortuned, faire Venus hauing lost
2 Her little sonne, the winged god of loue,
Who for some light displeasure, which him crost,
4 Was from her fled, as flit as ayerie Doue,
And left her blisfull bowre of ioy aboue,
6 (So from her often he had fled away,
When she for ought him sharpely did reproue,
8 And wandred in the world in strange aray,
Disguiz'd in thousand shapes, that none might him bewray.)
1 It fortuned, fair Venus having lost 2 Her little son, the winged god of love,
Her little son > [Cupid]
3 Who for some light displeasure, which him crossed, 4 Was from her fled, as flit as airy dove,
flit > swift, fleet
5 And left her blissful bower of joy above
left > [had left] bower > abode
6 (So from her often he had fled away, 7 When she for aught him sharply did reprove, 8 And wandered in the world in strange array,
array > attire
9 Disguised in thousand shapes, that none might him bewray),