Reading Loues Labour's lost — William Shakespeare

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O, and I forsooth in loue,

I that haue beene loues whip?

A verie Beadle to a humerous sigh: A Criticke,

Nay, a night‑watch Constable.

A domineering pedant ore the Boy,

Then whom no mortall so magnificent.

This wimpled, whyning, purblinde waiward Boy,

This signior Iunios gyant dwarfe, don Cupid,

Regent of Loue‐rimes, Lord of folded armes,

Th'annointed soueraigne of sighes and groanes:

Liedge of all loyterers and malecontents:

Dread Prince of Placcats, King of Codpeeces.

Sole Emperator and great generall

Of trotting Parrators (O my little heart.)

And I to be a Corporall of his field,

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