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In nature apt to like, when I did see Beauties which were of many carats fine My boiling sprites did thither soon incline, And, Love, I thought that I was full of thee. But finding not those restless flames in me Which others said did make their souls to pine, I thought those babes of some pin's hurt did whine, By my love judging what love's pain might be. But while I thus with this young lion played, Mine eyes (shall I say cursed or blessed?) beheld Stella: now she is named, need more be said? In her sight I a lesson new have spelled; I now have learned Love right, and learned even so As who by being poisoned doth poison know
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