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Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full
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The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls Are their males' subjects and at their controls:...
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Douglas. Now remains a sweet reversion— We may boldly spend, upon the hope...
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There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is.
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My trust, Like a good parent, did beget of him...
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