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UPON CUPID (3) by ROBERT HERRICK

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First Line: LOVE, LIKE A BEGGAR, CAME TO ME
Last Line: HIS FINGER WAS THE DART.
Subject(s): CUPID; EROS;
Love, like a Beggar, came to me
With Hose and Doublet torne:
His Shirt bedangling from his knee,
With Hat and Shooes out-worne.

He askt an almes; I gave him bread,
And meat too, for his need:
Of which, when he had fully fed,
He wished me all Good speed.

Away he went, but as he turn'd
(In faith I know not how)
He toucht me so, as that I burn,
And am tormented now.

Love's silent flames, and fires obscure
Then crept into my heart;
And though I saw no Bow, I'm sure,
His finger was the dart.



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