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The hero of

Affairs of love

By far too numerous to be mentioned,

And scarred as I'm,

It seemeth time

That I were mustered out and pensioned.

So on this wall

My lute and all

I hang, and dedicate to Venus;

And I implore

But one thing more

Ere all is at an end between us.

O goddess fair

Who reignest where

The weather's seldom bleak and snowy,

This boon I urge:

In anger scourge

My old cantankerous sweetheart, Chloe!