My love lay sleeping, where birds music made, 
Shutting her eyes, disdainful of the light; 
The heat was great but greater was the shade 
Which her defended from his burning sight. 
This Cupid saw, and came a kiss to take, 
Sucking sweet nectar from her sugared breath; 
She felt the touch, and blushed, and did awake, 
Seeing t'was love, which she did think was death, 
She cut his wings and caused him to stay, 
Making a vow, he should not thence depart, 
Unless to her the wanton boy could pay 
The truest, kindest and most loving heart. 
His feathers still she uséd for a fan, 
Till by exchange my heart his feathers won.