And thou most dreaded impe of highest Ioue,Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dartAt that good knight so cunningly didst roue,That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,In loues and gentle iollities arrayd,After his murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayd.
(via Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene: Volume 1: Book I, Oxford Scholarly Editions Online)

And thou most dreaded impe of highest Ioue,
Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart
At that good knight so cunningly didst roue,
That glorious fire it kindled in his hart,
Lay now thy deadly Heben bow apart,
And with thy mother milde come to mine ayde:
Come both, and with you bring triumphant Mart,
In loues and gentle iollities arrayd,
After his murdrous spoiles and bloudy rage allayd.

(via Edmund Spenser’s Faerie Queene: Volume 1: Book I, Oxford Scholarly Editions Online)