Sonnet IV. Tho taking in her lap the God of loue

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

THO taking in her lap the God of loue,

Shee lightly mounted through the Christall aire:

And in her Coach ydrawne with siluer Doues,

To Vulcans smokie Forge shee did repaire.

VVhere hauing wonne the Ciclops to her will,

Loues quiuer fraught with arrowes of the best:

His bended bow in hand all armed to kill,

He vowd reuenge and threatned my vnrest.

And to be sure that he would deadly strike me,

His blindfold eies he did a while vncouer:

Choosing an arrow that should much mislike me,

He bad wound him that scornes to be a Louer.

But when he saw his bootles arrow shiuer,

He brake his bow, and cast away his quiuer.