Dan Cupyd drewe hys lyttle bowe, And strayght ye arrowe from it flewe, Although its course was rather lowe, I thought 'twould pass above my heade— In stature I am shorte, you knowe. But soone upon my breast a stayne Of blood appeared, and showed ye marke Whereat ye boy god tooke hys aime; I staggered, groaned and then—I smyled! Egad! it was a pleasante payne! [Illustration]