Love shall tell the tale
Love took up to write;
When first by eyed lamps
Did its own gold cite!
As what for black threats
One knightly pledged true
Got smiled on, dismay;
Discourage, kissed through.
Be it charged of one!
So be it next lanced!
Ah! Wounds most royal
Her Primness romanced.
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