Cupids posies, for bracelets, handkercers, and rings, with scarfes, gloves and other things. Written by Cupid on a day, when Venus gave me leave to play, verbum sat amanti. The lover sheweth his intent, by gifts that are with posies sent.

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Cupids posies, for bracelets, handkercers, and rings, with scarfes, gloves and other things. Written by Cupid on a day, when Venus gave me leave to play, verbum sat amanti. The lover sheweth his intent, by gifts that are with posies sent.
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London :: Printed by E. C. for J. Wright, next to the Globe in Little-Britian,
1674.
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Epigrams -- England -- Early works to 1800.
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"Cupids posies, for bracelets, handkercers, and rings, with scarfes, gloves and other things. Written by Cupid on a day, when Venus gave me leave to play, verbum sat amanti. The lover sheweth his intent, by gifts that are with posies sent." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/B08881.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 18, 2024.

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To his Mother VENUS. Cupid Dedicateth his Posies.

MOther your Love to me was shown Before that I could go alone, For with Nectar then you fed me, And in tender manner bred me: Till perceiving once that I Was able on my wings to flie; I did descend unto the Earth, With my Bow to make some mirth: For all the World is my park, Where when I shoot I hit the Mark; Young Men and Maidens are my Game, While I the little Bowman am; Yet lest you may think my leasure 〈◊〉〈◊〉 do only waste in pleasure: These Posies I have writ of late, Which to you I dedicate: That so the love may be exprest, Of your son that loves you best.
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