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Love despis'd.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 IN love? Away, You do me wrong, I hope I ha' not liv'd so long free from the treach'ry of your Eyes, now to be caught and made a prize: No, Lady, 'tis not all your Art can make me and my freedome part.
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 IN love? Away, You do me wrong, I hope I ha' not liv'd so long free from the treach'ry of your Eyes, now to be caught and made a prize: No, Lady, 'tis not all your Art can make me and my freedome part.