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Lesbia while her lord stands near, rails ever upon me.

This to the fond weak fool seemeth a mighty delight.

Dolt, you see not at all. Could she forget me, to rail not,

Nought were amiss; if now scold she, or if she revile,

'Tis not alone to remember; a shrewder stimulus arms her,

Anger; her heart doth burn verily, thus to revile.