texts: I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. </s> <s> A right good marks-man! And she's fair I love. </s> <s> A right fair mark, fair cuz, is soonest hit.
labels: Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor open her lap to saint-seducing gold: