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THOMAS, Lord VAUX of Harrowden.
The assault of CUPID upon the fort, where the Lover's heart lay wounded; and how he was taken.
[TOTTEL's Miscellany.]
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When CUPID scalèd first the fort,
Wherein my heart lay wounded sore:
The battery was of such a sort,
That I must yield or die therefore.
There saw I LOVE, upon the wall, How he his banner did display: Alarm! Alarm! he 'gan to call, And bade his soldiers keep array.
The arms the which that CUPID bare Were piercèd hearts with tears besprent; In silver and sable to declare The steadfast love he always meant.
There might you see his band all drest In colours like to white and black; With powder and with pellets, prest To bring the fort to spoil and sack.
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