She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Cupid and Campaspe. Act iii. Sc. 5.
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How at heaven's gates she claps her wings,
The morne not waking til she sings.[32:1]
Cupid and Campaspe. Act v. Sc. 1.
Be valyaunt, but not too venturous. Let thy attyre bee comely, but not costly.[32:2]
Euphues, 1579 (Arber's reprint), page 39.