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The Dialogue betweene Cvpid and Diana.
Cvpid.Sit not secure, nor thinke in ease
Still vndispleas'd, your selues to please:
Diana, Chast Diana stoope,
And helpe to wound this warlike troope.
Diana.
Wants Love a Bowe, or shaft of mine?
This suit will make my Crescent shine.
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Love is grown wise, and meanes to bring
To his smart Bowe, a double string.
Behold our Marke? taks't thou not pride
In such a Glory to devide?
Diana.
I doe, I doe, since I am sure,
When we two ioyne, our flames are pure.
Cvpid and Diana.
As pure, and Cleere, as Albas skin,
As her faire Fame, or thoughts within:
Pure as my selfe; nay pure like Thee,
Now Love is that which Love should be.
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