In Cupid's court

by Unknown

O most fair God, O Love both new and old,

That wast before the flowers of morning blew,

Before the glad sun in his mail of gold

Leapt into light across the first day’s dew;

That art the first and last of our delight,

That in the blue day and the purple night

Holdest the hearts of servant and of king,

Lord of liesse, sovran of sorrowing,

That in thy hand hast heaven’s golden key