She that my plaints with rigour long rejected, Binding my heart with those her golden tresses, In recompense of all my long distresses, Said with a sigh, "Thy love hath me infected.'
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She that my plaints with rigour long rejected, Binding my heart with those her golden tresses, In recompense of all my long distresses, Said with a sigh, "Thy love hath me infected.'