Caelica, Sonnet XIX

AH silly Cupid, doe you make it coy
To keepe your seate in Cala's furrowed face?
Thinke in her beauty what you did enioy,
And doe not seruice done you so disgrace.

She that refused not any shaft you shot,
Lent dewes to Youth, and sparks to Old desire;
If such flat homage be so soone forgot,
Many good fellowes will be out of hire.

Good Archers euer have two bowes at least,
With boauty faded shoot the elder sort;
For though all be not to shoot at the best,
Yet Archers with their Butting-bowes make sport:
The glory that men in good Kingdomes see,
Is when both Yong, and Old in traffique be.