THe wanton boy was shortly wel recured, <br />of that his malady: <br />But he soone after fresh againe enured, <br />his former cruelty. <br />And since that time he wounded hath my selfe <br />with his sharpe dart of loue: <br />And now forgets the cruell carelesse elfe, <br />his mothers heast to proue. <br />So now I languish till he please, <br />my pining anguish to appease.<br /><br />Edmund Spenser<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-97/
