Mars In A Fury

Mars in a fury gainst love's brightest Queen
    Put on his helm and took him to his lance:
On Erecynus' mount was Mavors seen,
    And there his ensigns did the god advance.
       And by heaven's greatest gates he stoutly swore,
       Venus should die for she had wrong'd him sore.

Cupid heard this and he began to cry,
    And wisht his mother's absence for a while:
Peace, fool, quoth Venus, is it I must die?
    Must it be Mars? with that she coin'd a smile:
       She trimmed her tresses and did curl her hair,
       And made her face with beauty passing fair.

A fan of silver feathers in her hand,
    And in a coach of ebony she went:
She past the place where furious Mars did stand,
    And out her looks a lovely smile she sent,
       And then from her brows leapt out so sharp a frown,
       That Mars for fear threw all his armour down.

He vow'd repentance for his rash misdeed,
    Blaming his choler that had caus'd his woe:
Venus grew gracious, and with him agreed,
    But charg'd him not to threaten beauty so,
       For women's looks are such enchanting charms,
       As can subdue the greatest god in arms.