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"My love is a fever, longing still, for that which longer nureth the disease, feeding on that which doth preserve the ill, th' uncertain sickly appetive to please. my reason, the physician to my love, Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, hath left me, and I desperate now appove, desire is death which physic did except. past cure I am, now reason is past care, an frantic-mad with evermore unrest, my thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are, at random from the truth vainly exspress'd, for I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
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