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Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.