A CLEAR EYED CUPID
YONGE Love, a playing in faire Celia's haire,
Became entangled in a golden snare,
And tearful vowed if she would sette him free
He 'd paye ye ransome, whatso'er it be.
She loosed his lyght wings from ye twisted
tress,
And off he fluttered, free but weaponless ;
For Celia tooke his quiver and swift bowe
For ransome, ere she lette ye rascal goe.
More merdlesse than Cupid, Celia is,
Clear-eyed, she shoots with surer aim than his ;
And, if ye quiver fail not, as we praye,
Noe man shall live, but bearesawoundeawaye.
William Lindsay.
YONGE Love, a playing in faire Celia's haire,
Became entangled in a golden snare,
And tearful vowed if she would sette him free
He 'd paye ye ransome, whatso'er it be.
She loosed his lyght wings from ye twisted
tress,
And off he fluttered, free but weaponless ;
For Celia tooke his quiver and swift bowe
For ransome, ere she lette ye rascal goe.
More merdlesse than Cupid, Celia is,
Clear-eyed, she shoots with surer aim than his ;
And, if ye quiver fail not, as we praye,
Noe man shall live, but bearesawoundeawaye.
William Lindsay.
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