Author Richard Crashaw Pallas saw Venus arm'd, and streight she cry'd, Come if thou dar'st, thus, thus let us be try'd. Why foole! saies Venus , thus provok'st thou mee, That being nak't, thou know'st could conquer thee? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments