From Love’s Victory, Act 1
by Lady Mary Wroth
chosen by Angie
Venus: Cupid, me thinks wee have too long bin still
And that thes people growe to scorne owr will.
Mercy to those ungratefull breeds neglect,
Then lett us growe owr greatnes to respect.
Make them acknowledg that owr heav’nly power
Can nott theyr strength butt even themselves devowre.
Lett them nott smile and laugh beecause thine eyes
Are cov’red, as if blind or love dispise.
Noe, thou that scarse shallt from thine eyes take of
Which gave them cause on thee to make this scoff.
Thou shalt discerne theyr harts, and make them know
That humble homage unto thee they owe.
Take thou the shaft which headed is with steele
And make them bowe whose thoughts did lately reele.
Make them thine owne, thou who did’st mee once harme,
Can nott forgett the fury of that charme.
Would them butt kill them nott, so may they live
To honor thee, and thankfulnes to give.
Shun noe great cross which may theyr crosses breed
Butt yett lett blest injoying them succeed.
Fennel
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