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| In sooth I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you. | |
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| Your mind is tossing on the ocean; There, where your argosies with portly sail, | |
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| In Belmont is a lady richly left, And she is fair, fairer than the word, Of wondrous virtues. | |
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| Thou know'st that all my fortunes are at sea; Neither have I money nor commodity To raise a present sum: therefore go forth; | |
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| I pray thee, over-name them; and as thou namest them, I will describe them; and, according to my description, level at my affection. | |
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| If he should offer to choose, and choose the right casket, you should refuse to perform your father's will, if you should refuse to accept him. | |
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