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of sundrie kindes:

Thomas Greaves



IIII. I will not force.

     I will not force my thoughts to yeeld to such desire
     Where light affection onely fewelleth the fire:
     Thogh Cupid's a god 
         I feare not his rod,
     Cupid may hit, 
         but I do not feare it:
     Cupids arrow hurts, but doth not kill:
     Cupid allures me, 
        but cannot procure me:
     Cupid hath his might and I my will.


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