Say me, is Phoebus ashamed his gold-tipt arrows to carry?Or is her quiver wont Dian in secret to bear?Say, doth Alcides hide his war-club doughtily knotted?Or hath the God with the wings rod hidden under his robe?When did Bacchus endue with dress his willowy Thyrsus?Who ever spied thee, Love! wilfully hiding thy torch?Ne'er be reproach to myself this mentule ever uncover'd:Lacking my missile's defence I shall be wholly unarm'd.