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...I loved the maid I married,
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never man sighed truer breath.
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But that I see thee here,
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thou noble thing...
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...more dances my rapt heart
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than when I first my wedded mistress saw
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Why, thou Mars, I tell thee,
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thou hast beat me out 12 several times.
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and I have nightly since
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dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me.
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Worthy Martius,
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had we no quarrel else to Rome,