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‘Twas late last night blind Cupid pierced my heart,

Ere I gazed at one fairer than the rest,

And now in spite of holes from th’archer’s darts

My love for her doth swell and fill my breast.

Her eyes, like starts, do sparkle in her head,

Her face, so young, so gentle, mild and meek,

Her gaze upon me makes my face go red.

I would that I could touch her lovely cheek!

My love for other girls doth flee away,

As t’were a cold and bitter winter, chased

From earth at brake of sunny morn, for aye

Is melted by my newfound love’s warm face.

Though once I was in midst of dark, cold night,

With love, like sunshine warm, my life is bright.