I will not force my thoughts to yeeld to such desire
Where light affection onely fewelleth the fire:
Thogh Cupid's a god
I feare not his rod,
Cupid may hit,
but I do not feare it:
Cupids arrow hurts, but doth not kill:
Cupid allures me,
but cannot procure me:
Cupid hath his might and I my will.
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