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IN youth
before I waxed old.
The blynd boy Venus baby,
For want of cunning made me bold,
In bitter byue to
grope for honny.
But when he saw me stung and cry,
He tooke his wings and away did fly.
As Diane
hunted on a day,
She chaunst to come where Cupid
lay,
his quiuer by his head:
One of his shafts
she stole away,
And one of hers did close conuay,
into the others stead:
With that loue wounded my
loues hart,
but Diane beasts with Cupids dart.
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