"Cupid, my pretty Boy, leave off thy crying, Thou shalt have Bells or Apples; be not peevish; Kisse me sweet Lad, beshrew her for denying; Such rude denyalls doe make children theevish.Did Reason say that Boyes must be restrained? What was it, Tell: hath cruell Honour chidden? Or would they have thee from sweet Myra weyned? Are her faire brests made dainty to be hidden?Tell me (sweet Boy,) doth Myra's beauty threaten? Must you say Grace when you would be a playing? Doth she cause thee make faults, to make thee beaten? Is Beauties pride in innocents betraying? Give me a Bow, let me thy Quiver borrow, And she shall play the child with love, or sorrow."