LXX.
[Cvpid, where is thy golden quiuer nowe?]
In this passion the Authour some what a farre off imitateth an
Ode in Gervasius Sepinus written to Cupid, where hee beginneth thus:
Quid tenelle puer, Pharetra vbinam est?
Vbi arcus referens acuta Luna
Bina cornua? vbi flagrans Amoris
fax? vbi igneus ille arcus, in quo
De ipsis Cœlicolis, virisque victis
Uinctisque ante iugum aureus triumphas?
Haud possent tua summa numinæ vnam,
Vnam vincere Uirginem tenellam?
Qui fortes animos pudicæ Elisæ
Fortioribus irrigans venenis
Vicisti: &c.
Cvpid, where is thy golden quiuer nowe?
Where is thy sturdy Bowe? and where the fire,
Which made ere this the Gods themselues to bow?
Shall she alone, which forceth my Desire,
Report or thinke thy Godhead is so small,
That she through pride can scape from being thrall?
Whilom thou ouercam'st the stately minde
Of chast Elisa queene of Carthage land,
And did'st constraine Pasiphae gainst her kind,
And broughtest Europa faire to Creta sande,
Quite through the swelling Seas, to pleasure Ioue,
Whose heau'nly heart was touch't with mortall loue.
Thus wert thou wunt to shewe thy force and slight,
By conqu'ring those that were of highest race,
Where nowe it seemes thou changest thy delight,
Permitting still, to thy no small disgrace,
A virgin to despise thy selfe, and me,
Whose heart is hers, where ere my body be.
