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Advice to a Girl
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Thus I Resolve
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So Tir'd Are All My Thoughts
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Dear If I with Guile
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Turn all thy thoughts to eyes
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Canto Quarto
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Why presumes thy pride on that, that must so private be
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Her fayre inflaming eyes
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Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton
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Tarry sweete love
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