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| Within the belly of that loathsome beast / That doth by some strange alchemy depart / The one who I did love lies now deceased / And of my spirit rends a broken heart. | |
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| But Hark! Glance east, young solitary sap / Whose declarations go not yet unheard / For cometh hither thus from yonder Gap / A bright and clear-eyed nymph of summer. Word! | |
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| I find in gazing on your starlit form / My crimson aqua vitae runneth quick / Alas! for though my sword doth blaze so warm / Against its foes remaineth it a stick. | |
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| Away, thou knavish blackguard, far hie hence! / For soon my voice will carry such a noise / That hounds will leap from over hill and fence / So called by feral instinct from their toys. | |
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| Thus by a fool is a fool had. / Of enemies, our worst are oft ourselves / Yet fear not yet, for love is often sad / In your case, I'd say hide amongst the shelves. | |
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| Thy words yield small comfort, my rodent friend / But I shall to your grand advice adhere / And on the morrow, as God will defend / To win her heart shall I thus perservere! | |
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