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sweet kate of late |
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ran away and left me plaining |
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"abide" i cried |
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"or i die without thy disdaining" |
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"te-he-he" quoth she |
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"gladly would i see |
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any man to die with loving" |
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"never any yet |
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died of such a fit |
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neither have i fear of proving" |
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unkind i find |
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thy delight is in tormenting |
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"abide" i cried |
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"or i die with thy consenting" |
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"te-he-he" quoth she |
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"make no fool of me |
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men i know have oaths at pleasure" |
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"but their hopes attain'd |
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they bewray they feign'd |
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and their oaths are kept at leisure" |
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her words like swords |
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cut my heart in sunder |
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her flouts with doubts |
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kept my heart's affections under |
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"te-he-he" quoth she |
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"what a fool is he |
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stands in awe of once denying" |
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'cause i had enough |
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to become more rough |
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so i did o happy trying |
