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POEM: STANZAS TO LOVE

POEM: STANZAS TO LOVE

Oh, that ever I was born Service so to be refused; Faithful love to be forborn! Never love was so abused.
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For, though she be rich and fair, Yet she is both wise and k九*九*藏*書ind, And, therefore, do thou not despair But thy faith may fancy find.
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But, sweet Love, be still awhile; She that hurt thee, Love, may heal thee; Sweet! I see within her smile read.99csw.comMore than reason can reveal thee.
That she may, at length, approve That she hardly long believed, That the heart will die for love That is not in time relieved.