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Poem
Love Me Not For My Comely Grace
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 womans' eye,
And love me still, but not know why;
So hast thou the same reason still
To doat upon me ever.
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