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Cupid's courtship, or, The celebration of a marriage between the god of love and Psiche
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Marmion, Shackerley, 1603-1639.
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suffice That I have done my wrongs this sacrifice Thus full of choler did she Cupid threat And having eas'd her mind did back retreat But making haste with this distemper'd look Ceres and Juno both she overtook Who seeing her with such a troubled brow Did earnestly demand the manner how She came so vex'd and who had power to shrowd Her glorious beauty in so black a clowd You cannot chuse but hear Venus reply'd How I have been abus'd on every side First when my limping husband me beset And caught Mars and my self both in his net And then expos'd us naked to the eyes Of heaven and the whole bench of deities 'T is a known tale and to make up the jest One god less supercilious then the rest Told Mars if those his fetters made him sweat He would endure the burthen and the heat Time wore out this disgrace but now your art Must drive another sorrow from my heart And if you love me use your best of skill To seek out Psiche she hath done this ill Cupid my son has chose her for his spouse That is the onely plague unto my house Lady said they alack what hurt is done Or crime in this committed by your son Is this a cause fit to provoke your spight T' impugn his sports and hinder his delight What imputation on your house were laid Though he should set his fancy on a Maid You may allow his patent for to pass That he may love a blithe and bonny Lass What you forget that he is well in years And 't is a comfort to you that he bears His age so well therefore you must not pry Into his actions so narrowly For with what justice can you disapprove That in your son which in your self you love Is' t fit that seeds of love by you be sown In others hearts and banish'd from your own You have an interest in all that 's his Both prais'd for good both blam'd for what 's amiss Remember too you are his mother dear Held wise and must give way Thus they for fear Of Cupid's arrows did him patronize But Venus scorning that her injuries Were no more pitied her swift Doves did raign And took her way towards the Sea again The end of the first Book The Second Book THE FIRST SECTION PSiche this while wandred the world about With various errors to find Cupid out Hoping although no matrimonial way Or beauty's force his anger might allay Yet prayers and duty sometimes do abate And humble service him propitiate She travell'd forth until at length she found A pleasant plain with a fair Temple crown'd Then to her self she said Ah who can tell Whether or no my husband there do dwell And with this thought she goes directly on Led with blind hope and with devotion Then entring in she to the Altar bended And there perform'd her Orizons which ended Casting her eyes about she did espy A world of instruments for husbandry As Forks and Hooks and Rakes Sickles and Sithes Garlands and Shears and Corn for sacrifice Those ears that were confused she did sever And those that scatter'd lay she put together Thinking she ought no worship to decline Of any thing that seem'd to be divine Ceres far off did Psiche over-look When this laborious task she undertook And as she is a goddess that does love Industrious people spake to her from above Alas poor Psiche Venus is thy foe And strives to find thee out with more ado Then I my Proserpine the earth the sea And the hid confines of the night and day Have all been ransack'd she has sought thee forth Through both the Poles and mansions of the North Not the Riphean snow nor all the droughth That parches the vast desarts of the south Have staid her steps she has made Tethis sweep To find thee out the bottom of the deep And vows that heaven it self shall thee resign Though Jove had fix'd thee there his concubine She never rests for since she went to bed The rosie Crown is wither'd from her head Thou careless wretch thus Venus all enrag'd Seeks for thy life whilst thou art here engag'd Bout my affairs and thinkst of nothing less Then thine own safety and lost happiness Psiche fell prostrate on her face before Fair Ceres throne and did her help implore Moistning the earth with tears and with her hair Brushing the ground she sent up many a prayer By thy fruit-scattering hand I thee entreat And the Sicilian fields that are the seat Of thy fertility and by the glad And happy ends the harvest ever had And by thy Coach with winged Dragons drawn And by the darksome hell that 'gan to dawn At the bright marriage of fair Proserpine And by the silent rites of Elusine Impart some pity and vouchsafe to grant This small request to your poor suppliant I may lie hid among these sheaves of corn Until great Venus fury be out-worn Or that my strength and faculties subdu'd By weary toil a little be renew'd But as the world's accustom'd when they see Any o'rwhelm'd with a deep misery Afford small comfort to their wretched state But onely are in words compassionate So Ceres told her she did greatly grieve At her distress but durst her not relieve For Venus was a good and gracious Queen And she her favour highly did esteem Nor would she succour a contrary side Being by love and kin to her alli'd Poor Psiche thus repuls'd soon as she saw Her hopes quite frustrate did her self with-draw And journeyed on unto a neighbouring wood Where likewise a rich Fane and Temple stood Of goodly structure and before the house Hung many gifts and garments precious That by the name engrav'd and dedication Express'd without to whom they had relation Here Psiche enter'd her low knees did bend And both her self and fortunes recommend To mighty Juno and thus spake to her Thou wife and sister to the Thunderer Whether thou dost in antient Samos lie The place of thy first birth and nursery Or by the banks of Inacus abide Or thy lov'd Carthage or round heaven dost ride Upon a Lion's back that art i' th' east Call'd Zigia and Lucina in the west Look on my grief's extremity and deign To ease me of my labour and my pain Thus having pray'd streight Juno from on high Presents her self in all her Majesty And said Psiche I wish you had your ends And that my daughter and your self were friends For Venus I have ever held most dear In as high place as she my daughter were Nor can that which one goddess has begun By any other Deity b' undone Besides the Stigian Laws allow no leave That we another's servant should receive Nor can we by the league of friendship give Relief to one that is a fugitive Fair Psiche shipwrack'd in her hopes again And finding no ways how she might obtain Her winged husband cast the worst of all And thus her thoughts did into question call What means can be attempted or