Resolves: Divine, Moral, Political The Eighth Impression. With New and several other Additions Both in Prose and Verse Not Extant in the former Impressions. By Owen Felltham |
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XXXI. SONG.
Cupid
and Venus! who are these?
A Boy and common Tit,
Two lyes that Poets made in ease,
Or in some drunken fit.
Away, away, for I can prove
That Vulcan onely is the god of Love.
A Boy and common Tit,
Two lyes that Poets made in ease,
Or in some drunken fit.
Away, away, for I can prove
That Vulcan onely is the god of Love.
He throws his fire in our veins,
The Bastards shafts he headeth;
Mars and Loves Mother caught in chains,
He as his Prisoner leadeth.
And now I know the light that flyes,
Is his bright Flame calm'd by Clarissa's eyes.
The Bastards shafts he headeth;
Mars and Loves Mother caught in chains,
He as his Prisoner leadeth.
And now I know the light that flyes,
Is his bright Flame calm'd by Clarissa's eyes.
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His locks and bolts can keep us out,
And to our blisse convey us;
He can secure us round about,
And then he can betray us.
He keeps me from my happinesse, and he
Does prove great Cupid when he lends his key.
And to our blisse convey us;
He can secure us round about,
And then he can betray us.
He keeps me from my happinesse, and he
Does prove great Cupid when he lends his key.
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