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Section 590
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2O what a deale of scorne, lookes beautifull?
3In the contempt and anger of his lip,
4A murdrous guilt shewes not it selfe more soone,
5Then loue that would seeme hid: Loues night, is noone.
6Cesario, by the Roses of the Spring,
7By maid‑hood, honor, truth, and euery thing,
8I loue thee so, that maugre all thy pride,