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(1296)
Her maid is gone, and she prepares to write, (1297)

First hovering o'er the paper with her quill: (1298)

Conceit and grief an eager combat fight; (1299)

What wit sets down is blotted straight with will; (1300)

This is too curious-good, this blunt and ill:
(1301)
Much like a press of people at a door, 1301 (1302)

Throng her inventions, which shall go before.

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