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To his Verses.
Go tell my fair, that IMust let her know I love, or dye.
Nor can the knowledge be
Enough, O no, she too must pitty me.
Alas! What did I say?
Is pitty all that she must pay?
No, she must yet do more,
Love me as much as I adore,
And joyn in One these Three,
Know, Love, and Pitty me.
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