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2Heauen blesse thee,
3Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on.
4Sir, as I haue a Soule, she is an Angell;
5Our King has all the Indies in his Armes,
6And more, and, richer, when he straines that Lady,
7I cannot blame his Conscience.