And my dolorous herte began to pacyfy.
All thus my love we gan to devyse,
For eche of other were ryght joyous.
Than at the last in a mervaylous wyse
Full sodaynly there came unto us
Lyteil Cupyde with his mother Venus,
Which was well cladde in a fayre mantyll blewe,
With golden hertes that were perst anewe.
And rounde about us she her mantyll cast,
Sayeng that she and her sone Cupyde