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Thomas Campion


The Fovrth Booke of Ayres

1618

XXII. Beauty since you

     Beauty, since you so much desire,
     To know the place of Cupids fire :
     About you somewhere doth it rest,
     Yet neuer harbour'd in your brest :
     Nor gout-like in your heele or toe ;
     What foole would seeke Loues flame so low ?
     But a little higher, but a little higher :
     There, there, ˘ there lyes Cupids fire.

     Thinke not when Cupid most you scorne,
     Men iudge that you of Ice were borne :
     For though you cast loue at your heele,
     His fury yet sometime you feele,
     And where-abouts if you would know,
     I tell you still not in your toe :
     But a little higher, but a little higher ;
     There, there, ˘ there lyes Cupids fire.
    

 

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