Amour 26: Cupid, Dumbe-Idoll versuri

Versuri Michael Drayton – Amour 26: Cupid, Dumbe-Idoll lyrics

Cupid, dumbe-Idoll, peeuish Saint of loue,
No more shalt thou nor Saint nor Idoll be;
No God art thou, a Goddesse shee doth proue,
Of all thine honour shee hath robbed thee.

Thy Bowe, halfe broke, is peec’d with old desire;
Her Bowe is beauty with ten thousand strings
Of purest gold, tempred with vertues fire,
The least able to kyll an hoste of Kings.

Thy shafts be spent, and shee (to warre appointed)
Hydes in those christall quiuers of her eyes
More Arrowes, with hart-piercing mettel poynted,
Then there be starres at midnight in the skyes.

With these she steales mens harts for her reliefe,
Yet happy he thats robd of such a thiefe!