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CUPID! because thou shin'st in STELLA'S eyes; That from her locks, thy dances none 'scapes free; That those lips swelled, so full of thee they be, That her sweet breath makes oft thy flames to rise; That in her breast, thy pap well sugared lies; That her grace, gracious makes thy wrongs; that she What words so e'er she speak, persuades for thee: That her clear voice lifts thy fame to the skies: Thou countest STELLA thine, like those whose powers Having got up a breach by fighting well, Cry, "Victory! this fair day all is ours!" 0 no! Her heart is such a citadel, So fortified with wit, stored with disdain; That to win it, is all the skill and pain.

XIII.

PHOEBUS was judge between JOVE, MARS and LOVE; Of those three gods, whose arms the fairest were. JOVE'S golden shield did eagle sables bear, Whose talons held young GANYMEDE above. But in vert field, MARS bare a golden spear, Which through a bleeding heart his point did shove. Each had his crest. MARS carried VENUS' glove; JOVE on his helm, the thunderbolt did rear. CUPID then smiles. For on his crest there lies STELLA'S fair hair. Her face, he makes his shield; Where roses gules are borne in silver field. PHOEBUS drew wide the curtains of the skies To blaze these last: and sware devoutly then, The first, thus matched, were scantly gentlemen.