Classic Poem

To practice new alarmes
In Jove's great court above,
The wanton Queen of Love,
Of sleeping Mars put on the horrid armes;
Where gazing in a glasse
To see what thing she was,
To mocke and scoffe the blew-eyed maid did move,
Who said, sweet Queen, thus should you have been dight
When Vulcan took you napping with your knight.