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How Now my Love why is you cheek so pale. How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Ay me! For aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth;
Belike for want of rain which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. O cross! Too high to be enthralled to low! O spite! Too old to be engaged to young! O hell! To choose love by another's eyes!
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord? How canst thou thus for shame Titania, Glance at my credit with Hyppolyta,
What,jealous Oberon! Fairy, skip hence. I have forsworn his bed and comapny. The I must be thy lady: but I know When thou hast stolen away from fairy land And shape of Corin sat all day,
Come sit thee down upon this flow'ry bed, While I thy amible cheeks do coy, And musk roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears my gentle joy
Mounsieur Cobweb, good monusieur, get you yor weapons in your hand and kill me a red hipped humblebee on the top of a thistle; and good munsieur, bring me the honey bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monunsieur; and, good mounsieur have a care hte honey bag break not; I would be loath to have you over flown with a honey bag

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