The Pourtrait of Mars and Venus

FAire Paphos wanton Queen
(Not drawn in White and Red)
Is truly here, as when in Vulcans Bed
She was of all Heavens laughing Senate seen.
Gaze on her Haire, and Eine,
Her Brows, the Bows of Love,
Her back with Lillies spred:
Ye also might perceive her turne and move,
But that She neither so will do, nor dare,
For feare to wake the angry God of War.