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I pray thee chide not: she whom I love now But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, I thank his grace, I know he loves me well; But my true love is grown to such excess, To season love, that of it doth not taste! Your love says, like an honest gentleman, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Say on, my loving lord.