childish god of love did sweare
Thus: By my awfull
bow and quiver,
Yon' weeping, kissing, smiling pair,
I'le scatter all their vowes i' th' ayr,
knit imbraces shiver.
Up then to th' head
with his best art
Full of spite and envy blowne,
At her constant marble heart,
He drawes his swiftest
Which bounded back, and hit his owne.
Now the prince of fires burnes;
the luster of her eyes;
Triumphant she, refuses,
He submits, adores and mournes,
his votresse sacrifice.
resolve me now
What 'tis to sigh and not be heard?
He weeping kneel'd, and made a vow:
The world shall
love as yon' fast two;
So on his sing'd wings up he