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My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan.

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo