Do drop down dead: so dead his shafts did light
Amid this stream, which presently did slake
Their fiery points, and all their feathers wet
Which made the youngster Godling inly fret.
Thus lustfull Love (this was that love I ween)
Was wholly changed to consuming ire.
And eath it was, sith they’re so near a kin
They be both born of one rebellious sire.
But he supprest his wrath and by and by
For feathered darts, he winged words let flie: