I. <br />What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf, <br /> Now he hath got out of himself! <br /> His fatal enemy the Bee, <br /> Nor his deceiv'd artillerie, <br /> His shackles, nor the roses bough <br />Ne'r half so netled him, as he is now. <br /> <br /> II. <br />See! at's own mother he is offering; <br /> His finger now fits any ring; <br /> Old Cybele he would enjoy, <br /> And now the girl, and now the boy. <br /> He proffers Jove a back caresse, <br />And all his love in the antipodes. <br /> <br /> III. <br />Jealous of his chast Psyche, raging he <br /> Quarrels with student Mercurie, <br /> And with a proud submissive breath <br /> Offers to change his darts with Death. <br /> He strikes at the bright eye of day, <br />And Juno tumbles in her milky way. <br /> <br /> IV. <br />The dear sweet secrets of the gods he tells, <br /> And with loath'd hate lov'd heaven he swells; <br /> Now, like a fury, he belies <br /> Myriads of pure virginities, <br /> And swears, with this false frenzy hurl'd, <br />There's not a vertuous she in all the world. <br /> <br /> V. <br />Olympus he renownces, then descends, <br /> And makes a friendship with the fiends; <br /> Bids Charon be no more a slave, <br /> He Argos rigg'd with stars shall have, <br /> And triple Cerberus from below <br />Must leash'd t' himself with him a hunting go.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupid-far-gone/
