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8
A Prayer to Cupid.
[1]
Cvpid who didst ne're see light,nor know'st the pleasure of the sight,
but ever blinded canst not say,
now it is night, or now tis day:
so captivate her sence, so blind her eye,
that still she love me, though she know not why.
2
Thou that woundest with such art,We see no bloud drop from the heart,
And subtly cruell leav'st no signe
To tell the blow, or hand was thine:
O gently, gently wound my fayre, that she
May hence beleeve the wound did come from thee.
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