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In the folio of these four short pieces are appended to the Sonnets The second and third are translated from Marot's Epigrams Liv III No De Diane and No De Cupido et de sa Dame C	B
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In youth before I waxed old	C
The blynd boy Venus baby	B
For want of cunning made me bold	C
In bitter hyve to grope for honny	D
But when he saw me stung and cry	A
He tooke his wings and away did fly	A
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II	A
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As Diane hunted on a day	E
She chaunst to come where Cupid lay	E
His quiver by his head	F
One of his shafts she stole away	E
And one of hers did close convay	G
Into the others stead	F
With that Love wounded my Loves hart	H
But Diane beasts with Cupids dart	H
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III	A
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I saw in secret to my dame	I
How little Cupid humbly came	I
And said to her All hayle my mother	J
But when he saw me laugh for shame	I
His face with bashfull blood did flame	I
Not knowing Venus from the other	J
Then never blush Cupid quoth I	A
For many have err'd in this beauty	B
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IV	G
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Upon a day as Love lay sweetly slumbring	B
All in his mothers lap	K
A gentle Bee with his loud trumpet murm'ring	B
About him flew by hap	K
Whereof when he was wakened with the noyse	L
And saw the beast so small	M
Whats this quoth he that gives so great a voyce	L
That wakens men withall	M
In angry wize he flies about	N
And threatens all with corage stout	N
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To whom his mother closely smiling sayd	N
'Twixt earnest and 'twixt game	I
See thou thy selfe likewise art lyttle made	N
If thou regard the same	I
And yet thou suffrest neyther gods in sky	B
Nor men in earth to rest	N
But when thou art disposed cruelly	M
Theyr sleepe thou doost molest	N
Then eyther change thy cruelty	M
Or give lyke leave unto the fly	B
Closely secretly	M
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Nathelesse the cruell boy not so content	N
Would needs the fly pursue	L
And in his hand with heedlesse hardiment	N
Him caught for to subdue	N
But when on it he hasty hand did lay	M
The Bee him stung therefore	O
Now out alas he cryde and welaway	E
I wounded am full sore	O
The fly that I so much did scorne	D
Hath hurt me with his little horne	D
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Unto his mother straight he weeping came	I
And of his griefe complayned	N
Who could not chuse but laugh at his fond game	I
Though sad to see him pained	N
Think now quoth she my son how great the smart	N
Of those whom thou dost wound	N
Full many thou hast pricked to the hart	N
That pitty never found	N
Therefore henceforth some pitty take	B
When thou doest spoyle of lovers make	B
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She tooke him streight full pitiously lamenting	B
She wrapt him softly all the while repenting	B
That he the fly did mock	B
She drest his wound and it embaulmed well	M
With salve of soveraigne might	N
And then she bath'd him in a dainty well	M
The well of deare delight	N
Who would not oft be stung as this	L
To be so bath'd in Venus blis	L
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The wanton boy was shortly wel recured	N
Of that his malady	N
But he soone after fresh again enured	N
His former cruelty	N
And since that time he wounded hath my selfe	G
With his sharpe dart of love	G
And now forgets the cruell carelesse elfe	G
His mothers heast to prove	G
So now I languish till he please	L
My pining anguish to appease	L
Enured practised	N
Heast command	N

Edmund Spenser

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