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I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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in a way that is correct and exact; without error

She measured the ingredients accurately to ensure the cake turned out perfectly.

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Andrew Marvell·1621–1678
our voiccy the sweetest of the quire.Shall draw Heaven nearer, raise us highcrJAnd your example, if our head,Will soon ue to perfection lead,Thoee virtues to as all so dear,Will straight grow sanctity when here;And that, once Bprung, increase so fast,Till miracles it work a.t last, Nor is our Order yet so nice,Delight to banish as a yice:Here pleasure piety doth meet,One perfecting the other sweet j ' Fur bim to be your itevoice ratlicr tbaa yo-ur Idvct.