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Small poems of Divers sorts

Written by Sir Aston Cokain

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The ninth song.

[O Cupid use thy bow]

1

O Cupid use thy bow,
Thy deity declare;
Make all fit people know
Thy force that living are.

2

But shoot aright (good boy)
And mutual fire constrain;
For it is tytanny
To make our love in vain.

3

Let Matrons peevish be
Whose lookes time hath decaid:
But let no youthful she
From earth decease a Maid.

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4

Let Ethiops froward prove
Whom nature hath made back:
And they thy pleasures love
That no perfections lack.

5

Make every man love one,
And him his mistress too;
So Hymen shall not moane
For wanting of his due.

6

The young ones of each sex
Will thereby have content,
And not hereafter vex,
To fast so long a Lent.