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.

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