Sonnet V. Hopeles and helpeles too, poore loue amated

Thomas Watson (1555–1592)

HOPELES and helpeles too, poore loue amated,

To see himselfe affronted with disdaine:

And all his skill and power spent in vaine,

At me the onely obiect that he hated.

Now Cytherea from Olimpus mount,

Descending from the sphere with her deere sonne:

VVith Douelike wings to Alcidalyon,

Loue on her knee, shee by the Christall fount;

Aduisde the boy what scandall it would bee,

If Fame should to the open world discouer

How I suruiu’d and scornd Loues sacred power.

Then Cupid lightly leaping from her knee,

Vnto his mother vowd my discontenting:

Vnhappie vowe the ground of my lamenting.