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Poem 91

 I Saw in secret to my Dame,
How little Cupid humbly came:
and sayd to her All hayle my mother.
But when he saw me laugh, for shame: His face with bashfull blood did flame, not knowing Venus from the other, Then neuer blush Cupid (quoth I) for many haue err'd in this beauty.

by Edmund Spenser
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