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^^^**i k t?^" On Cupid's bow how are my heart-strings bent,'^ That see my wracke, and yet embrace the sanie^ When most I glorie, then I feele most shame ; . >* ■ *r ' ^ >''^ 1 willing run, yet while I run repent ; . / My best wits still their owne disgrace invent : \j(!cior> ' ^^^^'
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