Brittons vision of Cupids complaint against his fowle father Vulcan for begetting him.
WIthin the thicke of most vnquiet thoughts,
Where Wit and Will had long each other lost:
With carefull sence of sweete desire I sought,
Which was the way that Fancie followed most:
And passing on the path that they did proue,
Plodding along I met with pitious Loue.
Wholy disarmde and hanging downe the head,
Blinded? oh no, but all with blubbred eyes:
Falue in the face with colour pale and dead,
Wringing his hands in such a wofull wise.
That when I saw how he had wept and cried,
Truely I thought the wretch would there haue died.
But when I sawe the little thing alone,
Farre from himselfe thus wander too and fro:
And when I heard howe he did still bemoue,
Some hidden cause that I desirde to know.