Thomas Bateson - Dame Venus hence to Paphos go - текст песни (слова)

Dame Venus hence to Paphos go, for Mars is gone to th' field(s). 
 He cannot tend sweet Love's embrace in hand with spear and shield.
 The roaring cannons thundere(st)th, such terrors as not fit
 A tender Imp of your regard, which dally'ng still doth sit.