Tell me what company thou keepst, and I'll tell thee what thou art.
Tell me what company thou keepst, and I'll tell thee what thou art.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.
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