IIII. Young Cupid a bloody war hath proclaim'd
Young
Cupid: A bloody war
Young
Cupid: A bloody war, young Cupid hath proclaim'd a bloody war,
And vowes reuenge on all the Maiden crue, O yeeld, faire Cloris, least
in that iar, thine after penance make thee rue, thy folly rue, And yet I feare her wondrous
beauti's such, A thousand thousand Cupids dare not Cloris
tutch, and yet I feare her wondrous beauti's such, A thousand thousand Cupids dare not Cloris tutch, they dare not Cloris tutch, they dare not Cloris tutch.