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    ty, recoiling h a blow,

    o undergo

    t and dread, and blindly to forsake

    ty of likeness and distort

    t love to a erfeit:

    As if a s,

    o commemorate,

    S a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort

    And vibrant tail, emple gate.

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    te;

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    Sloo ings, quick s  O,

    I could not ,

    t first kiss. t

    t, and soughe forehead, and half missed,

    he hair. O beyond meed !

    t he chrism of love, which loves own crown,

    itifying sness, did precede.

    third upon my lips was folded down

    In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

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    te;

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    t first kiss. t

    t, and soughe forehead, and half missed,

    he hair. O beyond meed!

    t he chrism of love, which loves own crown,

    itifying sness, did precede.

    third upon my lips was folded down

    In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

    I ;My love, my o;

    Because t t the grace

    to look this mask of me

    (Against hus blanchingly

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