The plays & poems of Robert Greene Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins |
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Fond faining poets make of loue a god,
And leaue the Lawrell for the myrtle boughes:
When Cupid is a child not past the rod,
And faire Diana Daphne most allowes.
Ile weare the bayes and call the wag a boy,
And thinke of loue but as a foolish toy.
And leaue the Lawrell for the myrtle boughes:
When Cupid is a child not past the rod,
And faire Diana Daphne most allowes.
Ile weare the bayes and call the wag a boy,
And thinke of loue but as a foolish toy.
Some giue him bowe and quiuer at his backe,
Some make him blinde to aime without aduise:
When naked wretch such feathered bolts he lacke,
And sight he hath but cannot wrong the wise.
For vse but labours weapon for defence,
And Cupid like a Coward flieth thence.
Some make him blinde to aime without aduise:
When naked wretch such feathered bolts he lacke,
And sight he hath but cannot wrong the wise.
For vse but labours weapon for defence,
And Cupid like a Coward flieth thence.
He is god in Court but cottage cals him childe,
And Vestas virgins with their holy fires
Doe cleanse the thoughtes that fancie hath defild,
And burnes the pallace of his fonde desires.
With chast disdain they scorne the foolish god;
And prooue him but a boy not past the rod.
And Vestas virgins with their holy fires
Doe cleanse the thoughtes that fancie hath defild,
And burnes the pallace of his fonde desires.
With chast disdain they scorne the foolish god;
And prooue him but a boy not past the rod.
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