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Section 789
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1Cam.
2My Lord, your Sorrow was too sore lay’d‑on,
3Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away,
4So many Summers dry: scarce any Ioy
5Did euer so long liue; no Sorrow,
6But kill’d it selfe much sooner.