[XXIX. Ah Cupid, grant that I may neuer see]
Ah
Cupid, grant that I may neuer see
Ah
Cupid, grant that I may neuer see, may neuer
see Her through mine eare, that thus hath wounded me, If through mine eyes another wound she
giue, Cupid alas, Cupid alas, then I no longer liue, no longer liue, But
dye poore wretch, Shot through and through the liuer, With those sharpe arrowes,
She stole from thy quiuer. But dye poore wretch, Shot through and through the liuer, With those sharpe arrowes,
She stole from thy quiuer.
