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Sonnet. II.
[Long time I fought, and fiercely waged warre]
Long time I fought, and fiercely waged warre,
Against the God of amarous Desire:
Who sets the senses mongst themselues at iarre,
The hart inflaming with his lustfull fire.
The winged boy vpon his mothers knee,
Wantonlie playing neere to Paphos shrine:
Scorning that I should checke his Deitie,
VVhose dreaded power tam'd the gods diuine.
From forth his quiuer drew the keenest dart,
VVherewith high Ioue he oftentimes had wounded:
And fiercely aimd it at my stubborne hart,
But backe againe the idle shaft rebounded.
Loue saw and frownd, that he was so beguiled,
I laught outright, and Uenus sweetely smiled.
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