TO CUPID FOR PARDON
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Cupid, pardon what is past, And forgive our sins at last! Then we will be coy no more, But thy deity adore; Troths at fifteen we will plight, And will tread a dance each night, In the fields, or by the fire, With the youths that have desire. Given ear-rings we will wear, Bracelets of our lovers’ hair, Which they on our arms shall twist, With their names carved, on our wrist: All the money that we owe We in tokens will bestow; And learn to write that, when ’tis sent, Only our loves know what is meant. Oh, then pardon what is past, And forgive our sins at last. Beaumont and Fletcher.