Francis Davison (1575?–1619?)

To Cupid

LOVE, if a god thou art,

Then evermore thou must

Be merciful and just.

If thou be just, O wherefore doth thy dart

Wound mine alone, and not my Lady’s heart?

If merciful, then why

Am I to pain reserved,

Who have thee truly served;

While she, that by thy power sets not a fly,

Laughs thee to scorn and lives in liberty?

Then, if a god thou wouldst accounted be,

Heal me like her, or else wound her like me.