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Section 573
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1Troy.
2I am giddy; expectation whirles me round,
3Th'imaginary relish is so sweete.
4That it inchants my sence: what will it be
5When that the watry pallats taste indeede
6Loues thrice reputed Nectar? Death I feare me
7Sounding distruction, or some ioy too fine,
8Too subtile, potent, and too sharpe in sweetnesse,