Enamored Jove commanding did entreat Cupid to wound my love, which he denied, And swore he could not for she wanted heat And would not love, as he full oft had tried. Jove in a rage, impatient this to hear, Replied with threats; "I'll make you to obey!" Whereat the boy did fly away for fear To Licia's eyes, where safe intrenched he lay. Then Jove he scorned, and dared him to his face, For now more safe than in the heavens he dwelled, Nor could Jove's wrath do wrong to such a place Where grace and honour have their kingdom held. Thus in the pride and beauty of her eyes The seely boy the greatest god defies.