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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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