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Of Ladie Venus, that hauing lost hir Sonne Cupid God of Loue, and desirous to vn∣derstand of him againe, declares by the way the nature of Loue and affections of the same, by pretie discription as followeth.
WHat time the Ladie Venus sought hir little Sonne
That Cupid hight, & found him not, she thus begonne
My friends (quoth she) if any chaunce in open streete
Or crossing pathes, yt wandring amorous Elfe to meete,
That Runnagate (I say) is mine: who so by hap
Shall first bring tidings of the Boy, in Venus lap
Is sure to sit, and haue in price of taken paine.
A sugred kisse. But he that brings him home againe,
A busse? yea not a busse alone doubtlesse shall haue
But like a Friend I will entreate him passing braue.
I tell you tis a proper youth. Marke euery Lun
And member of my straid Sonne that is so trim.
Not sallow white his bodie is, but like to flame,
A fierce and fierie roling eie sets out the same.
A mischieuous wylie hart in Breast the Boy doth beare,
But yet his wordes are Honnie like and sweete to eare.
His talking tongue and meaning minde asunder goe.
Smooth filed stile for little cost he will bestowe.
But being once inflamde with ire and raging wrath,
A cruell canckred dogged hart the Vrchin hath.
False Foxely subtile Boy, and glosing lying Lad,
He sports to outward sight, but inward chafes like mad.
A curled Sconce he hath, with angrie frowning browe.
A little hand, yet Dart a cruell way can throwe.
To shadie A cheron sometime he flings the same,
And deepest damp of hollow Hell those Impes to tame.
Vpon his Carkasse not a cloth, but naked hee
Of garments goes, his minde is wrapt, and not to see.