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[XV. Lady, you thinke you spite me]

Lady, you thinke you spite me

Lady, you thinke you spite me, when by the lip you bite me. But if you thinke it trouble, then let my paine be double. I triple but you blis me, for though you bite you kisse me, and with soure sweet delight me, I triple but you blis me for though you bite you kis you kisse me, and with soure sweet. delight me