Venus, redress a wrong thats done
By that yong sprightful boy thy son;
He wounds and then laughs at the sore
Hatred it self could do no more;
If I pursue, he's smal & light
Both seen at once, and out of sight;
If I do flye, he's wing'd
& then at the first step I'm caught again
Lest one day thou thy selfe may'st suffer so
Or clip the wantons wings, or break his Bow
A complaint against Cupid was written by Henry Lawes & William Cartwright.