To Venus
Venus Redress a wrong that's done
By that young spightfull Boy, thy Son,
He wounds, and then Laughs at the sore,
Hatred it self can do no more.
If I pursue, Hee's Small, and Light,
Both seen at once, and out of sight:
If I do flie, Hee's Wing'd, and then,
At the third step, I'm caught agen:
Lest one day thou thy self mayst suffer so,
Or clip the Wantons Wings, or break his Bow.
By that young spightfull Boy, thy Son,
He wounds, and then Laughs at the sore,
Hatred it self can do no more.
If I pursue, Hee's Small, and Light,
Both seen at once, and out of sight:
If I do flie, Hee's Wing'd, and then,
At the third step, I'm caught agen:
Lest one day thou thy self mayst suffer so,
Or clip the Wantons Wings, or break his Bow.
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