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Kenzie Shoes I beheld her, on a day, When her look outflourished May, And her dressing did outbrave All the pride the fields then have. Far I was from being stupid, For I ran and called on Cupid, 'Love, if thou wilt ever see Mark of glory, come with me. Where's thy quiver? Bend thy bow. Here's a shaft; thou art too slow!' And withal I did untie Every cloud about his eye. But he had not gained his sight Sooner, than he lost his might Or his courage; for away Straight he ran, and durst not stay, Letting bow and arrow fall; Nor for any threat or call, Could be brought once back to look. I, foolhardy, there uptook Both the arrow he had quit And the bow, which thought to hit This my object. But she threw Such a lightning, as I drew, At my face, that took my sight And my motion from me quite; So that there I stood a stone, Mocked of all, and called of one-- Which with grief and wrath I heard-- Cupid's statue with a beard, Or else one that played his ape In a Hercules's shape. |