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Pleasant dialogues and dramma's

selected out of Lucian, Erasmus, Textor, Ovid, &c. ... By Tho. Heywood

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Spoken to the King and Queene, at the second time of the Authors Play cald Cupids Mistresse or Cupid and Psiche, presented before them.
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Spoken to the King and Queene, at the second time of the Authors Play cald Cupids Mistresse or Cupid and Psiche, presented before them.

Cupid, the Prologue.

Yes; sure 'twas here, where some few houres I past
The very time that I descended last.
Yes; here it was, I know it by a face,
To which my Mistresse Psiche must give place.
A presence; that from Venus takes all power,
And makes each place she comes in, Cupids bower.
Though in their severall spheres each Planet tride,
(With all the Gods) to feast me and my bride,
With Nector and Ambrosia, yet that waste
Of god-like fare, could not my palate taste,
But I must all celestiall sweets forbeare,
To review earthly Iove and Iuno here.
Whom having seene; Haile to you once againe.

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Long as the Spheres continue may you raigne
In Majesty, in power, with issue blest
Be all these, with your fortunate yeares increase,
Till Cupid ever young, with time grow old,
And you this Iron age changing to gold,
Repur'd by your two vertues, These, Ethereall
May change to brighter chayres in th'heavens Imperiall