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Section 452
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1Iul: Oh, know'st yu not,
2his looks are my foules food?
3Pitty the dearth that I haue pined in,
4By longing for that food so long a time.
5Didst thou but know the inly touch of Loue,
6Thou wouldst as soone goe kindle fire with snow
7As seeke to quench the fire of Loue with words.