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(484)
'Thus I forestall thee, if thou mean to chide: (485)

Thy beauty hath ensnared thee to this night, (486)

Where thou with patience must my will abide; (487)

My will that marks thee for my earth's delight, (488)

Which I to conquer sought with all my might;
(489)
But as reproof and reason beat it dead, (490)

By thy bright beauty was it newly bred.

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