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Poem by Philip Sidney
Sonnet 17. His Mother Dear Cupid
His mother dear Cupid offended late, Because that Mars grown slacker in her love, With pricking shot he did not throughly more To keep the pace of their first loving state. The boy refus'd for fear of Mars's hate, Who threaten'd stripes, if he his wrath did prove: But she in chafe him from her lap did shove, Brake bow, brake shafts, while Cupid weeping sate: Till that his grandame Nature pityijng it Of stella's brows make him two better bows, And in her eyes of arrows infinite. Oh how for joy he leaps, oh how he crows, And straight therewith like wags new got to play, Falls to shrewd turns, and I was in his way.
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