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From Three proper and wittie, familiar Letters, 1580.

[See yee the blindefoulded pretie God, that feathered Archer]

See yee the blindefoulded pretie God, that feathered Archer,
Of Louers Miseries which maketh his bloodie Game?
Wote ye why, his Moother with a Veale hath coouered his Face?
Trust me, least he my Looue happely chaunce to beholde.
That which I eate did I ioy, and that which I greedily gorged,
As for those many goodly matters leaft I for others.