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IF LOVE HIS ARROWS SHOOT SO FAST by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: "BE A GOOD BOY, BE MORE MILD"
Subject(s): CUPID; EROS;
IF love his arrows shoot so fast,
Soon his feathered stock will waste,
But I mistake in thinking so,
Lovers' arrows in his quiver grow:
That he wants no artillery,
That appears too true in me.
Two shafts feed upon my breast,
O make't a quiver for the rest,
Kill me with love thou armed son
Of Citherea, or let one,
One sharp golden arrow fly
To wound her heart for whom I die.
Cupid, if thou be'st a child,
Be a good boy, be more mild.



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