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Section 344
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1Pet.
2No, not a whit, I finde you passing gentle:
3'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen,
4And now I finde report a very liar:
5For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous,
6But slow in speech: yet sweet as spring‑time flowers.
7Thou canst not frowne, thou canst not looke a sconce,
8Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will,