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She. Though it be sung of old and young
That I should be to blame,
Theirs be the charge that speak so large
In hurting of my name:
For I will prove that faithful love
It is devoid of shame;
In your distress and heaviness
To part with[444] you the same:
And sure all tho[445] that do not so
True lovers are they none:
For, in my mind, of all mankind
I love but you alone.