Classic Poem

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Cupid and Venus! who are these?
A Boy and common Tit,
Two lyes that Poets made in ease,
Or in some drunken fit.
Away, away, for I can prove
That Vulcan onely is the god of Love.

He throws his fire in our veins,
The Bastards shafts he headeth;
Mars and Loves Mother caught in chains,
He as his Prisoner leadeth.
And now I know the light that flyes,
In his bright Flame calm'd by Clarissa 's eyes.

His locks and bolts can keep us out,
And to our blisse convey us;
He can secure us round about,
And then he can betray us.
He keeps me from my happinesse, and he
Does prove great Cupid when he lends his key.