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C.Give me the red; my Cupid goes,
Like other kings, in purple cloths;
Let them who sin against his might,
A Gods-name pennance doe in white.
F.Such fortune fooles as aime at red,
By that blind rover may be led;
But they had nede, who hit the white,
Diana's bow, or Phebus' sight.
C.Such fooles as can but aime aright,
Soone shoote ther boults, and hit the white
But they had neede be Mars his scollers,
That aime to beare away the colers.
F.While cheekes there colerd rainbow vary,
I' th' front the eyes are fixd and tary:
Then thats a fading eliment,
But this a lasting firmament.
C.If eyes are then loves stary bow,
That shoote there influence below,
Where can we loves reflection seeke
But in the region of the cheeke?
F.Beneath the firmament of love
Poore wandring starrs and comets move;