Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||
Upon Cupid.
As lately I a garland bound,'Mongst Roses I there Cupid found,
I took him, put him in my cup,
And drunk with wine, I drunk him up.
Hence then it is that my poor brest
Could never since find any rest.
Wit A Sporting In a pleasant Grove Of New Fancies | ||