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journeys

may the

sun and

moon Make

us again

count o'er

ere love

be done!

But, woe

is me, you

are so

sick of

late, So

far from

cheer and

from your

former

state,

That I

distrust

you. Yet,

though I

distrust,

Discomfort

you, my

lord, it

nothing

must: For

women's

fear and

love holds

quantity;In

neither

aught, or

in

extremity.

Now, what

my love

is, proof

hath made

you

know;And

as my love

is sized,

my fear is

so: Where

love is

great, the

littlest

doubts are