Richard Lovelace
London / England
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Cupid Far Gone

Rating: 3.0
I.
What, so beyond all madnesse is the elf,
Now he hath got out of himself!
His fatal enemy the Bee,
Nor his deceiv'd artillerie,
His shackles, nor the roses bough
Ne'r half so netled him, as he is now.

II.
See! at's own mother he is offering;
His finger now fits any ring;
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Dr Antony Theodore 28 September 2019
Jealous of his chast Psyche, raging he Quarrels with student Mercurie, And with a proud submissive breath Offers to change his darts with Death. a very fine poem. tony
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