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[Cvpid was angrie with my merry face]

Cvpid was angrie with my merry face,
Bicause I euer laughed him to scorne,
And all his followers (haplesse and forlorne)
I mock't in publike and in priuate place:
Wherefore he arm'd himselfe (to my disgrace)
When time a fit occasion did suborne,
But naught I wreckt his flames, in vaine outworne.
For Satyrlike I did not them imbrace:
Who seeing, that he built vpon the sand,
If by a face my life he would deuoure,
He shewed me then a fine and daintie hand,
Which once beheld, it lay not in my power
To be vnconquered Tyrantlike; nor would
Deliuer me from him although I could.