... No, no, good sir, go seek for him Whose tears, like thine, are cold and dim; Thank heaven, I've none to spare. To a Rose hard by, next Care addressed His sorrowing plaint, and cried. Do, beautiful gem, in thy odorous breast A refoge impart, where ...

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