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Thy tooth is not so sharp
My woeful self, that did in the general bosom reign
Wilt thou, whose will is large and spacious,
Steal from his figure, and no sooner had,
Commanded by the motion of thine
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
These vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,