To Cupid (Fond Love, deliver up thy Bow)

Fond Love, deliver up thy Bow,
I am become more Love than thou;
I am as wanton grown, and wild,
Much less a Man, and more a Child,
From Venus born, of chaster kind,
A better Archer, though as blind.

Surrender without more adoe,
I am both King and Subject too,
I will command, but must obey,
I am the Hunter and the Prey,
I vanquish, yet am overcome,
And Sentencing receive my Doom.