Love, tell me, for pity's sake

Love, tell me, for pity's sake thus lowly humans

and gods alike are always in your realm,

who supplies thy arrows,

since thou goest about, always armed, in thousands upon thousands of places

and loosest thy flame-fletched shafts into the hearts of men and gods?

I pray thee, tell me, is it not the god Mars,

when he comes back loaded with the arms of soldiers

dead in battle?

Or is it Vulcan, who makes thee new ones in his forge

(when thou losest thine old ones)

and gives them unto thee?

Poor little one (Love replied), dost thou not know

(sweet servant) the power

of thy lover's sweet eyes?

The more I loose my shafts against men and gods,

the more, in a moment, thy lovely Marie's eyes

supply me again.