Venus and Cupide
Whoso ne knoweth the strength, power and myght,
Of Venus and me her lytle sonne Cupyde,
Thou Manhod shalt a myrour bene a ryght,
By us subdued for all thy great pryde,
My fyry dart perceth thy tender syde,
Now thou whiche erst despysedst children small,
Shall waxe a chylde agayne and be my thrall.
Of Venus and me her lytle sonne Cupyde,
Thou Manhod shalt a myrour bene a ryght,
By us subdued for all thy great pryde,
My fyry dart perceth thy tender syde,
Now thou whiche erst despysedst children small,
Shall waxe a chylde agayne and be my thrall.
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