Of love; and for this sadness of the earth
Thy family is darken’d with disgrace.
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‘Now on the secret paths of dale and wood,
Where lovers walk’d are lovers none to find:
And friends, besworn to equal brotherhood,
Forget their faith, and part with words unkind:
In the first moon thy honey bond is loath’d:
And I could tell even of the new-betroth’d
That fly o’ersea, and leave their loves behind.