My verie inke tumes straight to Stella's name ; ]
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nd yet my words, as them my pen doth frame, J J «^ *^' ^■' '^"^ For though she passe all things, yet what is all That unto me, who fare like him that both Lookes to the skies, and in a ditch doth fall ? ^ O let me prop my mind, yet in his growth, - ^^ ' \ <\j
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