1st Grace:
Beauties, have ye seen a Toy,
Call'd Love, a little Boy,
Almost naked, wanton, blind;
Cruel now, and then as kind?
If he be amongst ye, say;
He is Venus Run-away.

2nd Grace:
She, that will but now discover
Where the winged Wag doth hover,
Shall, to Night, receive a Kiss,
How, or where her self would wish:
But, who brings him to his Mother,
Shall have that Kiss, and another.

3rd Grace:
Marks he hath about him plenty:
You shall know him among twenty.
All his body is a fire,
And his breath a flame entire,
That being shot, like lightning, in,
Wounds the heart, but not the skin.

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2nd Grace:
Wings he hath, which though ye clip,
He will leap from lip, to lip,
Over liver, lips, and heart,
But nee'r stay in any part;
And, if chance his arrow misses,
He will shoot himself, in kisses.

3rd Grace:
He doth bear a golden Bow,
And a Quiver, hanging low,
Full of Arrows, that out-brave
Dian's shafts: what, if he have
Any head more sharp than other,
With that kisse he strikes his Mother.

1st Grace:
Still the fairest are his fuel.
When his days are to be cruel,
Lovers hearts are all his food;
And his baths their warmest blood:
Nought but wounds his hand doth season;
And he hates none like to Reason.

2nd Grace:
Trust him not: his words, though sweet,
Seldom with his heart do meet.
All his practice is deceit;
Every gift it is a bait;
Not a kiss, but poyson bears;
And most treason in his tears.

3rd Grace:
Idle minutes are his raign;
Then, the Stragler makes his gain,
By presenting Maids with toys,
And would have ye think 'em joys:
'Tis the ambition of the Elf,
To have all childish, as himself.

1st Grace:
If by these ye please to know him,
Beauties, be not nice, but show him.

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