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Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,

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And young affection gapes to be his heir;

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That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,

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With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.

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Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,

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Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,

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But to his foe supposed he must complain,

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And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:

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Being held a foe, he may not have access

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To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;

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And she as much in love, her means much less

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To meet her new-beloved any where:

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But passion lends them power, time means, to meet

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Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.

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