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'Why hunt I then for color or excuses? (268)

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth; (269)

Poor wretches have remorse in poor abuses; (270)

Love thrives not in the heart that shadows dreadeth: (271)

Affection is my captain, and he leadeth;
And when his gaudy banner is display'd, (273)

The coward fights and will not be dismay'd.

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