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Rh And lays of lovesome Larks, Which climb so high in crystal sky. While Cupid, waken’d with the cry, The merry music marks. Who leaving blithe the heavens above Alighted on the yeard; Lo how the little Lord of Love Approaching me appear’d: So mild like, and child like, With bow three quarters scant, So slyly, and shyly, He looked like a saint.

His crisped hair hung o’er his eyes. His quiver by his naked thighs, Hung in a silver lace; Of gold between his shoulders grew, Two pretty wings wherewith he flew On his left arm a brace. His shining shafts he quickly shook Upon the grassy ground I run as lightly up to look What ferlies might be found; Amazed, I gazed, To see his geer so gay, Perceiving my having, He counted me his prey.

Hiz youth and stature made me stout, Of doubleness I had no doubt, But thus bespoke the boy, Quoth I, how call they thee my child? Cupido, Sir, quoth he and smil’d, Please you me to employ: For I can serve you in your suit, So please you to require With wings to fly, or shafts to shout, Or flames to set on fire. Refuse then, or chuse then,