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Section 616
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1Ber.
2My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Berowne.
3O, but for my Loue, day would turne to night,
4Of all complexions the cul'd soueraignty,
5Doe meet as at a faire in her faire cheeke,
6Where seuerall Worthies make one dignity,
7Where nothing wants, that want it selfe doth seeke.
8Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues,