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Section 425
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1Vio.
2A blanke my Lord: she neuer told her loue,
3But let concealment like a worme i'th budde
4Feede on her damaske cheeke: she pin'd in thought,
5And with a greene and yellow melancholly,
6She sate like Patience on a Monument,
7Smiling at greefe. Was not this loue indeede?
8We men may say more, sweare more, but indeed