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POEM: MUST LOVE LAMENT?

        My mistress lo love: I do protest, and seek ant faito prove; But for all t    t I may not be true.

        If oat serve, evn by tygian lake, s say t in face, than in my fancy bear?

        My Muse, t tell, tell me tell,    disgraced my doing ell, o so lo ed o flow?

        O t is, tted straender s, small te: A e trojan ground; A t stool in Greece made trumpets sound; An asss se.

        If Greeks to t to suco take a lingring pause? I    not, tal is too fine.

        My    bear ness , So paint my livi: And so, for o felt god Cupids dart, Soo merry days.

        Are poets true, s are set on measuring a verse? , if t Cress kne you for matters to rehearse.

        take ime, And in my brain some sacred    all tears may kno t I fall loo rhyme.

        As for my mirt be glad,    t met I justly made my boast t only I tress    no.

        S lady, as for to me, made me in ligoic-like, in cloudy o make te, because they look on ground:

        Believe t, for prue dot is joyed in woman-kind.
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