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XLVIII FRUSTRA

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Take, O take those lips away

That so sweetly were forsworn,

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again,

Bring again—

Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,

Seal'd in vain!

W. Shakespeare

The Golden Treasury

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