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The gallant Youth, who may have gained, Whether the Turkish new-moone minded be Madam would speak with me. So, now it comes: When I a verse shall make, I, with whose colours Myra dress'd her head, Out of the winds' and the waves' riot, Thou comest! all is said without a word. Through all the employments of life |
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