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     Love not me for comely grace,

     For my pleasing eye or face,

     Nor for any outward part,

     No, nor for a constant heart,—

      For these may fail, or turn to ill,

       So thou and I shall sever:

     Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,

     And love me still, but know not why—

      So hast thou the same reason still

       To doat upon me ever!