"Cupid, thou naughtie Boy, when thou wert loathed, Naked and blind, for vagabunding noted, Thy nakednesse I in my reason clothed, Mine eyes I gave thee, so was I devoted.Fye Wanton, fie; who would shew children kindnesse? No sooner he into mine eyes was gotten, But straight he clouds them with a seeing blindnesse, Makes reason wish that reason were forgotten.From thence to Mira's eyes the Wanton strayeth, Where while I charge him with ungratefull measure, So with faire wonders he mine eyes betrayeth, That my wounds, and his wrongs, become my pleasure; Till for more spite to Myra's heart he flyeth, Where living to the world, to me he dieth."