But still I love thee, spite of evil thought;
My death will pay the ills thou'st on me brought.
But still I love thee, spite of evil thought;
My death will pay the ills thou'st on me brought.
Go, write it in a martial hand be curst and brief it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun of invention taunt him with the licence of ink if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be amiss and as many lies as will lie in thy shee
Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of melet fall No burning leaf prithee, let no bird call.
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