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<DATE>2008-10-02</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<BIBNO T="oclc">47012561</BIBNO>
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<HEAD>Cupids Courte&s;ie: OR, The young Gallant foild at his own Weapon.</HEAD>
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<L>He &s;corned Cupid and his Dart,</L>
<L>Until he felt a wounded Heart.</L>
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<BYLINE>By <HI>J. P.</HI></BYLINE>
<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant Northern Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>THough the cool &s;hady Woods, as I was ranging,</L>
<L>I heard the pretty Birds notes &s;weetly changing;</L>
<L>Down by a Meadow &s;ide, there runs a River,</L>
<L>A little Boy I e&s;py'd with Bow and Quiver.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Little Boy, tell me why thou art here diving,</L>
<L>Art thou &s;ome Run-away, and ha&s;t no biding?</L>
<L>I am no Run-away, <HI>Venus</HI> my mother,</L>
<L>She gave me leave to play when I came hither.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Little Boy go with me, and be my Servant</L>
<L>I will take care to &s;et for thy preferment;</L>
<L>If I with thee &s;hould go, Venus would chide me,</L>
<L>And take away my Bow, and never abide me.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Little Boy let me know, what's thy name termed,</L>
<L>That thou do&s;t wear a Bow, and go &s;o armed,</L>
<L>You may perceive the &s;ame, with often changing,</L>
<L><HI>Cupid</HI> it is my name, I live by ranging.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If <HI>Cupid</HI> be thy name, that &s;hoots at Rovers,</L>
<L>I have heard of thy fame, by wounded Lovers:</L>
<L>Should any langui&s;h that are &s;et on fire,</L>
<L>By &s;uch a naked Brat, I much admire.</L>
</LG>
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<LG>
<L>IF thou do&s;t but the lea&s;t, at my Laws grumble,</L>
<L>Ile pierce thy &s;tubborn Bre&s;t and make thee humble;</L>
<L>If I with golden Dart, wound thee but &s;urely,</L>
<L>There's no Phy&s;icians art, that e're can cure thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Little Boy with thy Bow, why do&s;t thou threaten?</L>
<L>It is not long ago &s;ince thou was beaten:</L>
<L>Thy wanton Mother fair, Venus will chide thee,</L>
<L>When all thy Arrows are gone, thou maye&s;t go hide thee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Of powerful &s;hafts you &s;ee, I am well &s;tored,</L>
<L>Which makes my diety, &s;o much adored:</L>
<L>With one poor Arrow now, Ile make thee &s;hiver,</L>
<L>And bend unto my Bow, and fear my Quiver.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Dear little <HI>Cupid</HI> be courteous and kindly,</L>
<L>I know thou can&s;t not hit but &s;hoote&s;t blindly.</L>
<L>Although thou calls me blind, &s;urely i'le hit thee,</L>
<L>That thou &s;halt quickly find, Ile not forget thee.</L>
</LG>
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<L>Then little <HI>Cupid</HI> caught his Bow &s;o nimble,</L>
<L>And &s;hot a fatal Shaft which made him tremble:</L>
<L>Go tell thy Mi&s;tre&s;s dear, thou can&s;t di&s;cover,</L>
<L>What all the Pa&s;&s;ions are, of a dying Lover.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And now this gallant heart, &s;orely was bleeding,</L>
<L>And felt the greate&s;t &s;mart from Love proceeding:</L>
<L>He did her help implore, whom he affected,</L>
<L>But found that more and more, him &s;he rejected.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For <HI>Cupid</HI> with his craft quickly had cho&s;en,</L>
<L>And with a leaden &s;haft, her heart had frozen,</L>
<L>Which caus'd this Lover, more &s;adly to langui&s;h,</L>
<L>And <HI>Cupids</HI> aid implore, to heal his angui&s;h.</L>
</LG>
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<L>He humble pardon crav'd for his offence pa&s;t,</L>
<L>And vow'd him&s;elf a &s;lave, and to Love &s;tedfa&s;t;</L>
<L>His prayers &s;o ardent were, whil&s;t his heart panted,</L>
<L>That <HI>Cupid</HI> lent an ear, and his &s;uit granted.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For by his pre&s;ent plaint, he was regarded,</L>
<L>And his adored Saint, his Love rewarded:</L>
<L>And now they live in joy, &s;weetly imbraceing,</L>
<L>And left the little Boy in the Woods cha&s;ing.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Licen&s;ed and Entred according to Order.</P>
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<P>London, Printed for F. Coles, in Wine-&s;treet, near Hatten Garden.</P>
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