Away With These Self-Loving Lads
Cantado docilmente por Mara Carlyle

Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads
Away poor souls, that sigh and weep
In love of them that lie and sleep
For Cupid is a meadow God
And forceth none to kiss the rod

Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads
Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads

God Cupid’s shaft, like destiny
Doth either good or ill decree
Desert is born out of his bow
Reward upon his feet doth go
What fools are they that have not known
That Love likes no laws but his own

Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads
Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads
Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads
Away with these self-loving lads
Whom Cupid’s arrow never glads

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