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Sorrow
Whomsoever my sorrow i told,
He moaned and told his hundred
And one.
Wherever i turned my eye
Rarely met one whose sight
Made me cheerful so distracted
Are they all by objects of world's
Flattery whose morsel
Is sweet,
Taste manifest but fire hidden.
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Yoonoos Peerbocus
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