Ben Johnson - II. How He Saw Her lyrics

I beheld her on a day, When her look out-flourish'd May: And her dressing did out-brave All the pride the fields then have: Far I was from being stupid, For I ran and call'd on Cupid;— Love, if thou wilt ever see Mark of glory, come with me; Where's thy quiver? bend thy bow; Here's a shaft, thou art too slow! And, withal, I did untie Every cloud about his eye ;But he had not gain'd his sight Sooner than he lost his might, Or his courage; for away Straight he ran, and durst not stay, Letting bow and arrow fall: Not for any threat, or call, Could be brought once back to look. I foolhardy, there up took Both the arrow he had quit, And the bow, with thought to hit This my object; but she threw Such a lightning (as I drew) At my face, that took my sight, And my motion from me quite; So that there I stood a stone, Mock'd of all, and call'd of one, (Which with grief and wrath I heard), Cupid's statue with a beard; Or else one that play'd his ape, In a Hercules his shape.