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Section 716
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1Ros.
2Patience her selfe would startle at this letter,
3And play the swaggerer, beare this, beare all:
4Shee saies I am not faire, that I lacke manners,
5She calls me proud, and that she could not loue me
6Were man as rare as Phenix: 'od's my will,
7Her loue is not the Hare that I doe hunt,
8Why writes she so to me? well Shepheard, well,