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Cupid far gone.
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What so beyond all madnesse is the Elf,Now he hath got out of himself!
His fatal Enemy the Bee,
Nor his deceiv'd Artillerie;
His Shackles, nor the Roses bough
Ne'r half so netled him as he is now.
2
See! at's own Mother he is offering,His Finger now fits any Ring;
Old Cybele he would enjoy,
And now the Girl, and now the Boy.
He proffers Jove a back Caresse,
And all his Love in the Antipodes.
3
Jealous of his chast Psyche, raging he,Quarrels the Student Mercurie;
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Offers to change his Darts with Death.
He strikes at the bright Eye of Day,
And Juno tumbles in her milky way.
4
The dear Sweet Secrets of the Gods he tells,And with loath'd hate lov'd heaven he swells;
Now like a fury he belies
Myriads of pure Virginities;
And swears, with this false frenzy hurld,
There's not a vertuous She in all the World.
5
Olympus he renownces, then descends,And makes a friendship with the Fiends;
Bids Charon be no more a slave,
He Argos rigg'd with Stars shall have;
And triple Cerberus from below
Must leash'd t'himself with him a hunting go.
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