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THE SHEPHERD'S SCORN OF LOVE.
Nay, Love, I scorn and flout thee:Look, I can do without thee;
Nor will the pains discover
Of such a foolish lover
Who knows not that thy dart
Is but a pricking smart
For laughter; not for tears;
And such a lightness wears,
The wise man well beseemeth
Who peaceful hours esteemeth;
Nor lets his spirit down
For thy fantastic frown:
But to thy bow
Disdain doth throw,
With, Ha, ha, ha! and Ho, ho, ho!
Such sport was never known.
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