LXVII.
[When Cupid is content to keepe the skies]
A man singuler for his learning, and magistrate of no small accoumpt,
vpon slight suruey of this booke of passions,
eyther for the liking he had to the Author, or for his owne
priuate pleasure, or for some good he conceyued of the
worke, voutchsafed with his own hand to set down certaine
posies concerning the same: Amongst which, this was one,
Loue hath no leaden heeles. Whereat the Author glaunceth
throughout al this Sonnet; which he purposely compyled
at the presse, in remembrance of his worshipfull frend, and
in honour of his golden posie.
When
Cupid is content to keepe the skies,
He neuer takes delight in standing still,
But too and froe, and eu'ry where he flies,
And eu'ry God subdueth at his will,
As if his boaw were like to Fortunes wheele,
Him selfe like her, hauing no leaden heele.
When other whiles he passeth Lemnos Ile,
Unhappy boy he gybes the
Clubfoote Smith,
Who threatens him, and bids him stay a while,
But laughing out he leaues him he forthwith,
And makes him selfe companion with the Winde
To shew, his heeles are of no leaden kinde.
But in my selfe I haue too trewe a proofe:
For when he first espyde my raunging Heart,
He Falcon like came sowsing from aloofe.
His swiftly falling stroake encreast my smart:
As yet my Heart the violence it feeles,
Which makes me say, Loue hath no leaden heeles.
