Myne eyes (shall I say curst or blest) beheld
Stella: now shee is nam’de, neede more be sayd?
In her sight I a lesson new have speld.
I now have learnd love right, and learnd even so,
As who by being poysond doth poyson know.
His mother deere Cupid offended late,
Because that Mars grew slacker in her love,
With pricking shot he did not throughly move
To keepe the pace of their first loving state:
The boy refusde, for feare of Marses hate;