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Section 227
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1Rich.
2I cannot weepe: for all my bodies moysture
3Scarse serues to quench my Furnace‑burning hart:
4Nor can my tongue vnloade my hearts great burthen,
5For selfe‑same winde that I would speake withall,
6Is kindling coales that fires all my brest,
7And burnes me vp with flames, that tears would quench,
8To weepe, is to make lesse the depth of greefe: