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Why, love, I say!--madam! sweetheart!--why, bride!-- Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! O, she's rich in beauty; only poor That cropp'd the golden prime of this sweet prince, My unblown flowers, new-appearing sweets! And what obscur'd in this fair volume lies Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most sharp In equal scale weighing delight and dole,-- With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days! And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Sound drums and trumpets boldly and cheerfully; That thou her maid art far more fair than she: When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, That's an ill phrase, a vile phrase; 'beautified' is a vile The most replenished sweet work of nature Ere one can say It lightens. Sweet, good night! And is it not, then, well served in to a sweet goose? That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Smile heaven upon this fair conjunction, But all so soon as the all-cheering sun Ye say honestly: rest you merry! Made peace of enmity, fair love of hate,