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 | She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste, For beauty, starved with her severity, Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now. | |
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| Be ruled by me. Forget to think of her. | |
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| O, teach me how I should forget to think ! | |
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| O, teach me how I should forget to think | |
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| 'Tis the way To call hers exquisite, in question more. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair. He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost. Show me a mistress that is passing fair; What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who passed that passing fair? Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget. | |
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| Ill pay that doctrine or else die in debt. | |
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