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| But my true love is grown to such excess, |
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, More grief to hide than hate to utter love. Fie, fie, thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; And bad'st me bury love. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, So season'd with your faithful love to me, Now cheer each other in each other's love: