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33. Of the Infamie of his Mistress. Tibull. Lib. 4.
Of falshood Fame my Mistress doth accuse:Would I were deaf, and could not hear the newes.
This is not forged without my unease:
Why dost thou vex me? cruel Rumour, peace.
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