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And sometimes comes she with a tithe-pie'i

tafl^
Ticklmg a parson's nose as 'a lies asleep,
Then dreams he of another benefice :
Sometimes she driyeth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign

throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoee, Spanish blades,
Of healths five fathom deep.

Someo and JolleL Act 1, 4*

And being thus frighted, swears a prayer or

two
And sleeps again. ~ lb,

I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fanta^ ;
Which is as thin of substance as ihe air ;
And more inconstant than the wind. lb.

But He, that hath the steerage of my course,
Direct my sail !• lb,

A whisperinff tale in a fair lady's ear,
Such as would please. Act i, $,

For you and I are past our dancing days. lb,
O, she doth teach the torches to bum bright I
It seems she hangsf upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear. lb.

He bears him like a portly gentleman :
And to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a Turtuous and well-governed youth.

lb.
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.

lb.
My only love spnmg from my only hate !
Too early seen unknown, and known too
late! lb.

When King Cophetua loved the beprgar
maid. Act z, 1,

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Act f , f .
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might toudi that cheek ! lb,

O, Bomeo, Bomeo! wherefore art thou
Bomeo? lb.

What's in a name? that which we call a

rose,
By any other name! would smell as sweet.

lb.
For stony limits cannot hold love out. /&.

Alack ! there lies more peril in thine eye,
Than twenty of their swords : look thou but

sweet.
And I am proof against their enmity. lb,

* " Direct my suit ** in the folio and quarto of
1000.

t Later editions read : ** Her beauty hangs upon
the cheek of night."

t " By any other word " in the folio and qnarto
of 1009.



I have night's cloak to hide me from their
eyes. lb.

Thou know'st the mask of night is on my

face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my

cheek. Jb^

Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke: but farewell compU-

ment I lb.

At lovers' perjuries,
They say, Jove laughs. lb.

In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, lb,

m prove more true

Than those that have more cunning to be

strange. lb,

O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant

moon.
That monthly changes in her circled orb.

Do not swear at all ;
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gradous

self.
Which is the god of my idolatry. Ih,

It is tix> rash, too unadvised, too sudden ;
Too like the lightning which doth cease to bo
Ere one can say *' It lightens." lb.

This bud of love, by summer^s ripening

breath.
May prove a beauteous flower when next we

meet lb.

My bounty is as boundless as the bea,
My love as deep.

All this is but a dream.
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. lb.

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thoe my lord throughout the

world. ifit

O for a falconer's voice.
To lure this tassel-gentle back again !
Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak

aloud ;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo Ues.

lb.
How silver sweet sound lovers' tongues by

night.
Like softest music to attending ears ! lb.

So loving- jealous of his liberty. lb.

Tet I should kill thee with much cherish-



lb.



night, good night! parting is such

sweet sorrow.
That I shall say good-night, till it be

morrow. lb.

Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy

breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to

rest! lb.



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mickle it the powerful grace that lies

In herba, plants, stones, and their true

qualities :
For nought so Tile that on the earth doth

live
But to the earth some special ^ood doth give ;
Nor aught so good, but, strained from that

fair use.
Revolts from true birth, stumbling on

abuse:
Virtue itself turns Tice, beiug misapplied ;
And Tice sometime 's bj action dignified.

Someo and Juliet. Act t, S.

It argues a distempered head
So soon to bid good-morrow to thy bed :
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,
And, where care lodg^ sleep will never lie.

lb.
When, and where, and how,
VTe m^ we wooed, and made exchange oi

vow,
I'U teU thee as we pass. lb.

Pronounce this sentence, then,
"Woznen may fall when there's no strength
in men. lb,

"Far this alliance may so happy prove.
To turn your households' rancour to pure
love. lb,

'Wisely, and slow; they stumble that run
fast. lb.

Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.

Act 5, 4-
More than prince of cats. lb.

Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
fn^odsire, that we should be thua afflicted
-vrith these strange flies, these fashion-
mongers, these pardon'mca ? lb,

flesh ! flesh ! how thou art fishified I lb.

Hy busineas was great ; and in such a case
a man may strain courtesy. lb.

1 am the very pink of courtesy. lb.

Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting : it is a
most sharp sauce. lb.

Why, is not this better now than groaning
for love? lb.

One, . . . that God hath made himself
to mar. ib,

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear him-
self talk ; and will speak more in a minute
than he will stand to in a month. lb.

As pale as any dont in the varsal world. lb.
These violent delights have violent ends,
AnH in their triumph die. Act f , 6.

O, 80 light a foot
Wm ne'er wear out the everlasting flint :
A Jover mar bertrido the gossamer
p^ jdiea in the wanton summer air. lb.



Till holy church incorporate two in one. lb.

Thou ! why. thou wilt quarrel with a man
that hath a nair more, or a haur less, in
his beard, than thou hast. Act ^, /.

Thy head is as full of quarrels, as an egg ia
full of meat. lb.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them

gaze:
I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.

lb.

calm, dishonourable, vile submission ! lb.

No, 'tis not so deep as a weU, nor so wide
as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill
serve: ask for me to-morrow, and you
shall find me a ^ve man. I am peppered,

1 warrant, for tms world : — a plague o' both
your houses ! lb.

I thought all for the best Ih.

O, I am fortune's fool ! lb.

Mercv but murders, pardoning those that

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeda,
Towards Phoebus' lodging. Act Sj 2.

When he shall die,
Take him, and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun. lb.

Beautiful tyrant ! fiend angelical ! lb.

Was ever book, containing such vils matter,
So fairly bound? O that deceit should

dweU
In such a gorgeous palace ! lb.

There's no trust,
No ^th, no honesty in men ; all perjured.
All forsworn, all naught, aU dissemblers.

lb.
He was not bom for shame :
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit ;
For 'tis a throne where honour may be

crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth. lb.

Bomeo, come forth ; come forth, thou fear-
ful man;
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts.
And thou art wedded to calamity. Act S, S.

For exile hath more terror in his look.
Much more than death. lb.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy. lb.

Hang up philosophy !
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet. lb.

Night's candles are burnt out, and Jocund

day
BUmds tiptoe op the misty mountains' tops.

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straining hanih discords and nnpleasine
sharps. Somso and JallsL Act S, oi

Yillain and he be many miles asunder. li.

For Yenns smiles not in a house of tears.

Act 4f 1.
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Act 4, 2.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Act 4, 5.

"Music with her silrer sound," because

musicians have no gold for sounding. Jb,

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
Hv dreams presage some joyful news at

hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.

Aa 5, i.
Meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones. Ih,

A beggarly account of empty boxes. lb.

Jilt thou so bare and full of wretchedness
And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy

cheeks.
Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
Contempt and bcgrary hangs upon thy back,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's

law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich •
Then be not poor, but break it. lb.

My poverty, but not my will, consents. lb.

The time and my intents are savace-wild ;
More fierce, and more inexorable by far
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Act 5, 3.

Can yengeanoe be pursued further than
death? lb.

Tempt not a desperate man. lb.

Put not another sin upon my head

By urging me to fury. lb.

One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.

lb.
Beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy hps, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Jb.
Eyes, look vour hist I
Arms, take your last embrace ! lb.

Come bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide !
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashmg rocks thy sea -sick weary bark I

Jb,
A greater Power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents. Jb.

Horribly stuffed with epithets of war.

Othello. Act 1,1.



A fellow almost damned in a fair wife ;
That never set a snuadron in the field,
Nor the division oi a battle knows,
More than a spinster. Ih.

The bookish theoric. It.

Mere prattle without practice
Is all his soldiership. lb,

'Tis the curse of service ;
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
Not by the old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first lb.

We cannot all be masters. lb.

Whip me such honest knaves. lb.

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at : I am not what I am.

16.

Zounds, sir. you are one of those that will

not serve Goa if the devil bid you. 16.

Who would be a father ? 16,

Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
Tet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
To do no contrived murder. I lack iniquity
Sometime to do me service. Act 1, z.

The wealthy curUd darlings of our nation.

16.
For my particular grief
Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows.

Act /, S.

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiora.
My very noble and approved good masters, —
That I have ta'en away this old man's

daughter,
It is most true ; true, I have married her :
The ver^ head and front of my offending
Hath tms extent, no more ! Bude am I iu

my speech,
And little blessed with the soft phrase of

peace. lb.

The tented field. lb.

And little of this ^;reat world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and

battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for myself. lb,

I will a round unvarnished tale deliver, lb,

A maiden never bold ;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blushed at herself. lb,

I ran it through, even from my boyish days.
To the very moment that he bade me tell it :
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances.
Of moving accidents by fiood and field,
Of hairbreadth 'scapes i' the imminent

deadly breach,
Of beiuK taken by the insolent foe,
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Wbitran of antrm rast, and deserts idle.
Boogh quarries, Tocks, and hills wnosa
. heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to speak,— sach wa« my

process;
And of the cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do ^w beneath their shoulders. These

thix^tohear
Would Desdemona seriously incline.

OtheUo. Act 1, S,

She gare me for my pains a world of sighs :
She swore,— In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas

passing strange ;
*Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful ;
She wished the had not heard it, yet she

wifihed
That heaven had made her such a man : she

thanked me.
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved

her,
I should but teach him how to tell mv story.
And that would woo her. Upon thb hint

I spake :
She loved me for the dangers I had passed.
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This is the only witchcraft I have used. lb.

Take up this mangled matter at the best :
Men do their broken weapons rather use
Than thdr bore hands. lb,

I do jieroeive here a divided duty. lb.

The robbed tiiat smiles, steals something
from the thief. Jb,

The tyrant custom, most grave senators.
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war.
My thrice-driven bed of down. Jb,

I saw OthrUo^s visage in his mind. lb,

A moth of peace. ^ lb.

She has deceived her father, and may thee.

lb,
I will incontinently drown myself. lb.

Virtue ! a fig ! 'tis in ourselves that we
are thus, or thus. lb.

Put money in thy purse. lb.

The food that to him now is as luscious
as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter
as ooloquintida. lb.

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse. lb,
Fnuned to make women false. lb,

I have 't; — ^it is engendered ;— hell and
night

* in<r ttiia monsiTous mrcn lo

lb.



Do not put me to 't,
For I am nothing if not critical.



Ih.



Most brxn^ this monstrous birth to the
A maid



world's light.



TTiat paragons description and wild fame ;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning

Aett^ I,



I am not merry, but I do begmle

The thing I am, by seeming othermse. Ih,

She that could think, and ne'er disclose her

mind.
See suitors following, and not look behind.

Ih.
To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

lb.

most lame and impotent conclusion ! lb.

Is he not a most profane and liberal
counsellor ? lb.

He speaks home, madam ; you may reUsh
him more in the soldier than in the scholar.

lb.
A slipper and subtle knave. lb.

Making him egregiously an ass. lb.

Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop
Not to outsport discretion. Act t, S,

Potations pottle deep. lb.

And let me the cftna kiT^ clink !

A soldier's a man ;

A life 's but a span ;
Why, then, let a soldier drink. Ih,

Most potent in potting. lb.

Tis pride that pulls the country down.*

Ih.
Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep. lb.
SUence that dreadful bell ! lb.

The world hath noted, and your name is

great
In mouths of wisest censure. lb.

But men are men; the best sometimes
forget. lb.

Thy honesty and love doth mince this
matter. lb,

Cassio, I love thee ;

But never more be officer of mine. lb.

Ay, past all surgery. lb.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! O,

1 have lost mv reputation ! I have lost the
immortal part of myself, and what remains
is bestial. lb.

O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou
hast no name to be known by, let us call
thee devil ! lb,

O Gk)d, that men should put an enemy in
their mouths, to steal away their brains. lb.

Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such
an answer would stop them all. lb,

•From the old ballad, "Take thy old cloak
about thee." In "Percy's Rellques^' the line la
Kiven: "Itt's pride that putts this countrye
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Every inordinate cnp is unblessed, and
the ingredient is a devil. Othello. Act f , 5.

Come, come; good wine Ib a good familiar
creature, if it be well used. lb.

How poor are they that have not patience I
What wound did ever heal, but by degrees ?

Pleasure and action make the hours seem
short. lb.

Excellent wretch ! Perdition catch my soul

But I do love thee I And when I love thee
not,

Chaos is come again. Act 5, 5.

Qood name in man or woman^ dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of theur souls :
Who steals my nurse, steals trash; 'tis

something, nothmg ;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to

thousands:
But he that niches from me my good name,
Itobs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed. lb,

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy ;
It is the green-eyed monster, which doth

mock
The meat it feeds on. lb.

But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er,
Who dotes, yet doubts ; suspects, yet f ondl v

loves.* lo.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.

lb.

To be once in doubt,
Is once to be resolved. lb.

If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-
strings,
I'd wmstle her off, and let her down the

wind
To prey at fortune. Jb.

I am declined
Into the vale of years. lb.

That we can call these delicate creatures

ours,
And not their appetites. lb.

Trifles, light as air.
Are to the jealous, confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ. lb,

' Not poppy, nor mandragora,

Nor all the drowsy svrups of the worid.
Shall ever medicine tnee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday. i%.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is

stolen.
Let him not know't, and he's not robbed

ataU. lb,

* In the quarto edition *' stronglv loves " Is the
reading, instead of "fondly loves. ''^



O, now, for ever.
Farewell the tranquil mind ! farewell con-
tent!
Farewell the plumM troops,t and the big

wars.
That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell !
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill

trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing

fife,
The royal banner, and all quality,
Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorioua

war!
And, O you mortal engines, whose rude

throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours ooun-

terfeiL
Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lb.

Be sure of it : give me the ocular proof. Jb,

No hinge, nor loop
To hang a doubt on. Jb,

On horror's head horrors accumulate :
Do. deeds to make heaven weep, all earth
amazed. Jb,

But this denoted a foregone conclusion. Jb,

O, that the slave had forty thousand lives I
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.

Jb,
O, hardness to dissemble ! Aei 5, 4'

The hearts of old gave hands :
But our new heraldry is— hands not hearts.

Jb,
They laugh that win. Act 4^ 1,

I would have him nine years a killing. Jb,

O, she will sing the savageness out of a
bear! Jb.

But yet the pity of it, lago ! — O. lago, the
pity of it, lago ! lb,

I understand a fury in vour words,

But not the words. Act 4^ t.

Had it pleased heaven
To try me with affliction ; had he rained
All kinds of sores and shames on my tiare

head.
Steeped me in poverty to the very lips.
Given to captivitv me and my utmost hope«»,
I should have found in some part of my

soul
A drop of patience : but, alas, to make me
A fizM fiffprO; ^or the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at !^ Jb,

Patience, thou young and rose -lipped
cherubin. Jh„

t Troops. The quarto has " troop.**
X In the folio :
" The fixed figure for the time of seora
To point his slow and moving finger st**



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^^ thou weed.

Who aitsoIoTelj fair, and smell'stso sweet.

That the sense achee at thee, would thou

hadst ne'er been bom I Othello. Act 4, f .
I win be hanged if Bome eternal villain.
Some busy and insinuatiiifr rogue,
Some coggmg, cozening slaYe, to get some

office.
Have not devised this slander. lb.

Fie, there is no such man ; it is impossible.



O heaven, that snch oompanicms thou'dst

unfold.
And put in ererj honest hand a whip,
To laah the rascals naked through the world.
Even from tiie east to the west I lb,

Bng willow, wiUow, willow. Act 4, S.

*na ndther here nor there. Jb,

Xow, whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other.
Every way makes my gain. Act 6, i.

He hath a daily beauty in his life. lb.

Kin men i' the dark! lb.

This is the night
That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.

lb.
It IS the cause, it is the cause, my soul,—
Let me not name it to you, you chaste

stars! —
It is the cause. Ih,

That whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Acts, t.
Put out the light, and then put out tho

light :
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can amn thy former light restore,
Should I repent me ; — ^but once put out thy

Thou cunnin^st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. Jb,

I wiU kill thee,
And love thee after. Jb,

Had all his hairs been lives, my great

revenge
Had stomach for them aU. lb.

My wife! my wife! what wife?— I have

no wife.
O, insumwrtable ! O heavy hour !
MeAhinis it should be now a huge eclipse
^' lb.



Of sun and moon.

It is the very error of the moon. lb.

Then murder's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh. lb,

A, gmlUem death I die. lb.



O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker de^ I lb.

She was false as water. Jb.

If heaven would make me such another
world



Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'd not have sold her for it.

But why should honour outlive honesty F



Jb.



7j^ Who can control his fate ?



Jb,
Jb.



Hen is my Joumev's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mar£ of my utmost mliI, Jb,

I have done the state some service, and they
know 't. Jb.

Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate
Nor set down aught in malice : then must

vou speak
Of one that loved not wisely, but too woD ;
Of one not easilv jealous, but, beingwrought,
Perplexed in the extreme: of one, whose

hand
Like the base Indian,* threw a pearl away,
Bicher than all his tribe: of one, whose

subdued eyes.
Albeit unused to the melting mood.
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gimi. lb.

All that is spoke is marred. Jb,

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee. Jb,

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

Titus Andronious. Act f , /.

He lives in fame, that died in virtue's cause.

Jb.
She is a woman, therefore may be wooed ;
She is a woman, therefore may be won ;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man ! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of ; and easv it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know.

Actt, 1.
Sorrow concealed, like an oven stopped,
Doth bum the heart to cinders where it is.

Act t, ^.
Comfortless
As frozen water to a starvM snake.

Acts, 1.

Two may keep counsel when the third's

away.f A<it 4^ 2,

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,

And is not careful what they mean thereby.

Act I 4.

* Indian. " Jadean " in the first folio.

t This is a proverbial expression. See: "For
thre may kepe a counsel, if twain be awaie."—
OHAUcsa, "The Ten GommandmentB of Love,"
41 ; al$o, "Three may keepe oonnsayle, if two be
away."— J. Hsrwooo, "Proverbs."



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If one good deed in all my life I did,
I do repent it from my very soul.

Titoi Andronlcut. Act 5, 3.

To sing A song that old was sung.

Peridet. Act 1. Prelude,

It hath been sung at festivals,

On ember eyes, and holy-ales ;

And lords and ladies in their lives

Have read it for restoratives. lb.

Few love to hear the sins they love to act.

Act i, 1,
Elings are earth's gods ; in vice their law's

their will;
And if Jove stray, who dares say Jove doth

illP "^^ "^ lb.

How courtesy would seem to cover sin 1 lb.

They do abuse the king, that flatter him ;
For flattery is the bellows blows up sin ;
The thing the which is flattered, but a spark
To which that blast gives heat and stronger
glowing. , Act i, t,

'Tis time to fear, when tyrants seem to kiss.

lb,

Srd lUher, Master, I marvel how the
fishes live in the sea.

Ut Fisher, Why, as men do a-land -the
great ones eat up the little ones. Act 2, 1,

Opinion*B but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.

Act i, t,
'Tis more by fortune, lady, than my merit.

Act S, 3,
The cat with ejne of burning coaL

Act 3, Prelude,
O you gods !
Why do you make us love your goodly gifts,
And snatch them straight away r

Act 5, 1,
We are strong in custom, Jb,

No vizor does become black villainy
So well as soft and tender flattery.

Act 4, 4.

Hunting he loved, but love he laughed to

scorn. Poems. Venus and Adonis. St,l.

Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear,

Or, like a fairy, trip upon the green,

Or, like a nymph, with long dishevelled

hair.
Dance on the sands, and yet no footing

seen.
Love is a spirit, all compact of fire.
Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire.

St. 25,
«*Ali me," quoth Venus, "young, and so

unkind!" St. 3t,

Art thou a woman's son. and canst not feel
What 'tis to love f Sf, 34.



Look, what a horse should have he did not

lack,
Save a proud rider on so proud a back.

Se,60
Like a melancholy malcontent St, 63,

The sea hath bounds, but deep desire hath
none. St, 65,

Foul words and frowns must not repel a

lover ;
What though the rose have prickles, yet 'tis

plucked.
Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast.
Yet love breaks through, and picks them ail

at last St, 96.

For where Love reigns, disturbing Jealousy
Doth call himself Affection's sentmel ;



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