CUPID abroad was lated in the night, br His wings were wet with ranging in the rain; br Harbor he sought, to me he took his flight br To dry his plumes. I heard the boy complain: br I oped the door and granted his desire, br I rose myself, and made the wag a fire. br br Looking more narrow by the fire's flame, br I spied his quiver hanging by his back. br Doubting the boy might my misfortune frame, br I would have gone, for fear of further wrack; br But what I drad did me, poor wretch, betide, br For forth he drew an arrow from his side. br br He pierced the quick, and I began to start, br A pleasing wound but that it was too high; br His shaft procured a sharp yet sugared smart. br Away he flew, for why is wings were dry; br But left the arrow sticking in my breast, br That sore I grieved I welcomed such a guest.