Ventures Into Verse / Being various ballads, ballades, rondeaux, triolets, songs, quatrains, odes and roundels, all rescued from the potters' field of old files and here given decent burial

by H. L. Mencken

And—what's the use?

A PARADOX

Dan Cupyd drewe hys lyttle bowe,

And strayght ye arrowe from it flewe,

Although its course was rather lowe,

I thought 'twould pass above my heade—

In stature I am shorte, you knowe.

But soone upon my breast a stayne

Of blood appeared, and showed ye marke

Whereat ye boy god tooke hys aime;