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![]() Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. |
![]() Arms, take your last embrace! |
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![]() Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! |
![]() And where care lodges, sleep will never lie. |
![]() On the white wonder of dear Juliet’s hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. |
![]() That in gold clasps locks in the golden story. |
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