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Before men and sun at heaven-toward,
Love sworn then, I vouched and believe
Her most oath, To ne’er be such froward;
As all loves do bring and thankly receive,
O why mine love give hers like adder
Drenched me in blood, To peck her face,
I be singly placed low in grave rather;
Of her smiling at my black disgrace,
Whilst you and death shall sheath your dart;
Even when they mean to speak me truth,
Will better trust men’s belly for their heart;
Neither pluck roses Nor touch its sweet shoot,
All ignorances I surcease on this awry note,
That love is a hidden snake in rose
