Venus, in sport, to please therewith her dear, Did on the helm of mighty Mars the red. His spear she took; his targe she might not steer. She looked as though her foes should all be dead, So wantonly she frowneth with her cheer. Priapus gan smile and said, 'Do way for dread, Do way, madam, these weapons great and grim. I, I for you am weapon fit and trim.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 4 by EZRA POUND AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO A REPUBLICAN FRIEND, 1848, CONTINUED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |