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FROM

THE TRIUMPHS OF PETRARCH.

THE GOD OF LOVE.

—There then I saw four coursers fair, More white than any snaw,A childish boy, and youngling raw, In fiery chair to draw:
Who, in his hand, his bow did bear, His arrows by his fide,As neither helmet nor yet targe Their piercing shots can bide.
Above his shoulders, there were placed Two flying feathered wings,Embroidered with ten thousand hues, All bare in other things.
And round about him there did stand, And round about his chair,A number of such mortal men, That none can them declare.
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