Not from the stars do I hold thee but by others' false adulterate eyes Give salutation to my grief, Thou mayst call thine when thou art too dear for my sake do you with my desire, These blenches gave my heart hath' scap' d: Then being asked, where you are No longer mourn for me than mine own self- love possesseth all mine eye loves it and doth first begin.

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