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THE CHERRIE AND THE SLAE.
wreittoun] 9.
A cleanly crispe hang over his eyes;
His Quaver by his naked thyes
Hang in a silver lace : r
Of gold betweene1 his shoulders grew
Two pretty wings wherewith he flew,
On his left arme a brace.
This god soone off his geare he shook
Vpon the grassie ground : 1
I ran as lightly for to looke
Where ferlies might be found :
Amazed, I gazed
To see his geare so gay;
Perceiving mine having, 1
He counted mee his prey.
His youth and stature made mee stout;
Of doublenesse I had no doubt,
But bourded with my Boy.
Quoth I, “ how call they thee, my child ? ” 1
“ Cupido, sir,” quoth he, and smilde;
“ Please you mee to imploy ?
For I can serve you in your sute,
If you please to impire,
With wings to flee, and shafts to shute, 1
Or flames to set on fire.
Make choice then of those then,
Or of a thousand things;
But crave them, and have them : ”
With that I woo’d his wings. 1
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1 E. betwixt; W.2 betwix.
2 This stanza first appears in the revised version of 1615.

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