The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant |
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Cupid's Murder
Oh, Cupid, I am slayne,
I bleed amayne,
Struck with thy cruell darte;
No Skinne is broake, yett wounded is my harte.
Alas, I know
Her Eye browes bent, that is your bowe;
Her sparklinge Eys your Arrows shott
Into both myne; speake, is it not?
Methinks this Cruelty should make me hate her.
So deadly wounded is my Pia mater,
No Surjon can be gott to cuer this;
But from your dewey lips a balsum kisse
Dropp, Dropp that sweeter shower, love's softer rayne,
Into my Lips, 'twill cuer my wounded brayne.
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