Poem 91


I Saw in secret to my Dame,
How little Cupid humbly came:
And sayd to her All hayle my mother.
But when he saw me laugh, for shame:
His face with bashfull blood did flame,
Not knowing Venus from the other,
Then neuer blush Cupid (quoth I)
For many haue err’d in this beauty.


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Poem 91