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LXIV
[Th'enmy of liff, decayer of all kynde]
Th'enmy of liff, decayer of all kynde,That with his cold wethers away the grene,
This othre nyght me in my bed did fynde,
And offered me to rid my fiever clene;
And I did graunt, so did dispayre me blynde.
He drewe his bowe with arrowe sharp and kene,
And strake the place where love had hit before,
And drave the first dart deper more and more.
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