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Rich. And ſay, what ſtore of parting tears were ſhed? Aum. Faith none for me: except the Northeaſt wind Which then grew bitterly againſt our face, Awak’d the ſleepie rhewme, and ſo by chance Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.
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