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To Eat the World’s, By Grave and Thee That on Himself such Murd’rous Shame Commits You Had a Father, Let Your Son Say So I Will Not Praise that Purpose Not to Sell To Hear with Eyes Belongs to Love's Fine Wit Where I May Not Remove, Nor Be Removed All Losses Are Restor’d, and Sorrows End For Truth Proves Thievish for a Prize So Dear From Me Far Off, with Others All Too Near In Sleep a King, But Waking No Such Matter Lilies that Fester Smell Far Worse than Weeds The Hardest Knife Ill Us’d Doth Lose His Edge As with Your Shadow I with These Did Play Drugs Poison Him that So Fell Sick of You That Every Tongue Says Beauty Should Look So As Any She Belied with False Compare Love’s Fire Heats Water, Water Cools Not Love