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[Loue is not blinde, but I, which fondly guide]
Loue is not blinde, but I, which fondly guideMy will to tread the path of amorous paine:
Loue is no childe, but I, which all in vaine,
Hope, feare, and laugh, and weepe on euery side:
Madnes to say, that flames are Cupids pride,
For my desire his fier doth containe,
His wings my thoughts most high and soueraine,
And that vaine hope, wherein my ioies abide:
Loue hath no chaines nor shaftes of such intent,
To take and wound the whole and freest minde,
Whose power (then we giue him) is no more,
For loue's a tale, that Poets did inuent,
A dreame of fooles, an idoll vaine and blinde:
See then how blacke a God doe we adore?
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