She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them
. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.
If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.
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