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 | Then plainly know my heart's dar love is set... I'll tell htee as we passs. But this I pray,/ That thou consent to marry us today. | |
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| Holy Saint Francis! What a change is here!...Jesu Marina! what a deal of brine/ Hath washed thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline... | |
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| If ever thou wast thyself, and these woes thine,/ Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline... Women may fall when there's no strength in men. | |
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| Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline. | |
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| For Doting, not for loving, pupil mine. | |
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