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Mor. Miſlike me not for my complexion, The ſhadowed liuerie of the burniſht ſunne, To whom I am a neighbour,and neere bred. Bring me the faireſt creature North-ward borne, Where Phœbus fire ſcarce thawes the yſicles, And let vs make inciſion for your loue, To proue whoſe blood is reddeſt,his or mine.
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