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2O deerest Soule: your Cause doth strike my hart
3With pitty, that doth make me sicke. A Lady
4So faire, and fasten'd to an Emperie
5Would make the great'st King double, to be partner'd
6With Tomboyes hyr'd, with that selfe exhibition
7Which your owne Coffers yeeld: with diseas'd ventures
8That play with all Infirmities for Gold,