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Cupid towards his mother flies,

Declares his perilous state, and cries

On her for help to break the wall.

Exclaims she: May foul death befall

The very heart and soul of me

If I, despite of Jealousy,

Permit that of a woman’s heart

Cold Chastity claim chiefest part.

Too oft she brings me pain and care.

Fair son, see thou that all men swear

Within your pleasant paths to tread.

Right willingly, God Cupid said;

No living man shall be acclaimed

For noble, or as gentle named

Who loveth not, or hath not been

By damsel’s loving eyes beseen.

What grief! to know some mortals live

Who shun the joys ’tis mine to give;

Casting my dear delights away,

But they therefor shall smartly pay!

All those I hate, who love me not,

And dark and drear will make their lot.

Of such men will I far and wide

Complain, nor my displeasure hide

Or cloak, but will in many a mode

Lay on their backs some grievous load

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