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Edmund Spenser - Poem 91Edmund Spenser - Poem 91
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I Saw in secret to my Dame, How little Cupid humbly came: and sayd to her All hayle my mother. But when he saw me laugh, for shame: His face with bashfull blood did flame, not knowing Venus from the other, Then neuer blush Cupid (quoth I) for many haue err`d in this beauty.
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