The Arbor of Amitie wherin is comprised pleasant Pohems and pretie Poesies, set foorth by Thomas Howell |
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Of blinde Cupide.
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Of blinde Cupide.
Lybido lewde: hath fainde a God of loue,
Whose pestlent powre: to blase which can anoy
A title fierce: is added through behoue,
A furious God: an Archer blincking boy.
Whome Venus fonde: doth make to range amisse,
Hir pretie boy: hir proper sonne he is.
Whose pestlent powre: to blase which can anoy
A title fierce: is added through behoue,
A furious God: an Archer blincking boy.
Whome Venus fonde: doth make to range amisse,
Hir pretie boy: hir proper sonne he is.
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He rashly flies: in vnaduised way,
Which heauens doe pierce: by his so little hande
Though least he bee: he beares the greatest sway,
Of doubtie knights: he hath a witlesse bande.
Alack good childe: of wanton foolish crew,
Thou makst them fooles: wt thy fond badge of blew.
Which heauens doe pierce: by his so little hande
Though least he bee: he beares the greatest sway,
Of doubtie knights: he hath a witlesse bande.
Alack good childe: of wanton foolish crew,
Thou makst them fooles: wt thy fond badge of blew.
O little boy, thou shootes thy raging dartes,
Full well he paints: that makes the bussard blind,
For right, nor rule: nor reason hath there partes,
Where fansies fond: doth fire an yeelding minde.
What euer thou art: all furies fierce that bee,
I rather wishe: than meddle or make with thee.
Full well he paints: that makes the bussard blind,
For right, nor rule: nor reason hath there partes,
Where fansies fond: doth fire an yeelding minde.
What euer thou art: all furies fierce that bee,
I rather wishe: than meddle or make with thee.
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