My love, if thou should love me, then love me not for your sake, For these rossy cheeks that thrill you are seldomly wrought, Love me not grit nor wit, for your love chain, these are bought, Be no captive to your eyes nor ears, for flowers wither and words are for protecting fears, Love me for loves' sake only, For such love is wine, better in years
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