Astrophel and Stella: 17

His mother deare Cupid offended late,Because that Mars growne slacker in her loue,With pricking shot he did not througly moue,To keepe the pace of their louing state.The boy refus'd for feare of Marses hate,Who threatned stripes, if he his wrath did proue:But she in chase him from her lap did shoue,Brake bow, brake shafts, while Cupid weeping sate:Till that his grandame Nature pittying it,Of Stellas browes made him two better bowes,And in her eyes of arrowes infinit.O how for joy he leapes, O how he crowes,And straight therewith like wags new got to play,Fals to shrewd turnes, and I was in his way.