Hath skill to draw from. Frederick, who is the poet
That I must love for this?
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F.Love for my art
Hath made your ladyship too generous
Towards a most humble workman. ’Tis my own.
D. Ah me! what must it be to be a poet,
And in the abandoned humour that men take with,
To give forth! O ’tis godlike! but the music,—
’Tis that you excel in: it hath a melancholy