Classic Poem

Cupid did pine, Venus that lou'd her sonne,
Or lackt her sport, did looke with heauy heart:
The Gods are cal'd, a Councell is begunne,
Delphos is sought, and Æsculapius art.

Apollo saith, Loue is a Relatiue ,
Whose being onely must in others be;
As bodies doe their shadowes keepe aliue,
So Eros must with Anteros agree;
They found him out a mate with whom to play,
Loue straight enioy'd, and pin'd no more away.

Caelica , this image figures forth my heart,
Where Venus mournes, and Cupid prospers not,
For this is my affections ouerthwart,
That I remember what you haue forgot;
And while in you my selfe I seeke to find,
I see that you your selfe haue lost your minde.

When I would ioy, as I was wont to doe,
Your thoughts are chang'd, and not the same to me;
My loue that lacks her play-fellow in you,
Seeks vp and downe, but blinded cannot see.
The Boy hath stolne your thoughts some other way,
Where wantonlike they doe with many play.