Yet for all his cunning, || Venus had a greene gowne.
10.
Cupid shootes arrowes At Venus her darlings,
For they are nearest unto him by kind:
Diana he hits not, nor can he pierce worldlings,
For they have strong armour his darts to defend:
The one hath chastity, And Cupid doth defie;
The others cruelty || makes him a clowne:
But leaving this I see, From Cupid few are free,
And ther’s much courtesie In a greene gowne.