Classic Poem

In martial sports I had my cunning tried,
And yet to break more staves did me address,
While with the people's shouts, I must confess,
Youth, luck, and praise e'en filled my veins with pride;
When Cupid , having me his slave descried
In Mars 's liv'ry, prancing in the press:
" What now, sir fool," said he, " I would no less,
Look here, I say." I looked, and Stella spied,
Who hard by made a window send forth light.
My heart then quaked, then dazzled were mine eyes,
One hand forgot to rule, th'other to fight;
Nor trumpets' sound I heard, nor friendly cries;
My foe came on, and beat the air for me,
Till that her blush taught me my shame to see.