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Section 984
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1Kate.
2Fie, fie, vnknit that threatning vnkinde brow,
3And dart not scornefull glances from those eies,
4To wound thy Lord, thy King, thy Gouernour.
5It blots thy beautie, as frosts doe bite the Meads,
6Confounds thy fame, as whirlewinds shake faire budds,
7And in no sence is meete or amiable.
8A woman mou'd, is like a fountaine troubled,