by John Lyly
ACCIUS and SILENA singing.
Cupid ! Monarch ouer Kings,|
Wherefore hast thou feete and wings ?
It is to shew how swift thou art,
When thou wound'st a tender heart :
Thy wings being clip'd, and feete held still,
Thy Bow so many could not kill.
It is all one in Venus wanton schoole,|
Who highest sits, the wise man or the foole :
Fooles in loues colledge
Haue farre more knowledge,
To reade a woman ouer,
Than a neate prating louer.
Nay, tis confest,
That fooles please women best.
Bond, R. Warwick, M.A. The Complete Works of John Lyly, Vol III.
Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1902, 1967 repr., pp. 198-199.
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