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Section 937
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1Ber.
2Admiringly my Liege, at first
3I stucke my choice vpon her, ere my heart
4Durst make too bold a herauld of my tongue:
5Where the impression of mine eye enfixing,
6Contempt his scornfull Perspectiue did lend me,
7Which warpt the line, of euerie other fauour,
8Scorn'd a faire colour, or exprest it