Beauties, have ye seen this Toy

1st Grace:

Beauties, have ye seen this 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:

H'hath of marks 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.

1st Grace:

At his sight, the Sun hath turned,

Neptune in the waters, burned;

Hell hath felt a greater heat:

Jove himself forsook his seat:

From the Centre, to the Skie,

Are his Trophees reared hie.

2nd Grace:

Wings he hath, which though ye clip,

He will leap from lip, to lip,

Over liver, lights, and heart,

But not 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: where, if he have

Any head more sharp than other,

With that first 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.

2nd Grace:

Though ye had a Will, to hide him,

Now, we hope, ye'le not abide him.

3rd Grace:

Since ye hear his falser play;

And that he is Venus Run-away.