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8. To Dulcinea.
Dulcinea (it seems) bears me a grutchCause of my Love to her I talk so much.
To love, and have no vent at all, would break
An heart, therefore give Lovers leave to speak.
But be appeas'd (fair Maid) for I'le be sworn
I love thee vertuous, vicious thee should scorn.
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