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This keepes my hands
From Cupid’s bands.

— William Strode

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Whene’er the wast makes too much hast,
That hast againe makes too much wast.

Here silken twynes, there locks you see—
Now tell me which the softer bee?

My love and I for kisses play'd,
Shee would keepe stake, I was content,
But when I wonne shee would be paid;
This made mee aske her what she meant.
Pray, since I see (quoth she) your wrangling vayne,
Take your owne kisses, give me myne againe.'

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