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Thus he replies: 'The color in thy face, (478)

That even for anger makes the lily pale, (479)

And the red rose blush at her own disgrace, (480)

Shall plead for me and tell my loving tale: (481)

Under that colour am I come to scale
Thy never-conquer'd fort: the fault is thine, (483)

For those thine eyes betray thee unto mine.

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