IN youth before I waxed old. <br />The blynd boy Venus baby, <br />For want of cunning made me bold, <br />In bitter byue to grope for honny. <br />But when he saw me stung and cry, <br />He tooke his wings and away did fly. <br />As Diane hunted on a day, <br />She chaunst to come where Cupid lay, <br />his quiuer by his head: <br />One of his shafts she stole away, <br />And one of hers did close conuay, <br />into the others stead: <br />With that loue wounded my loues hart, <br />but Diane beasts with Cupids dart.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-90/
