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I Love Thee So, That, Maugre All Thy Pride, Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide. Do Not Extort Thy Reasons From This Clause, For That I Woo, Thou Therefore Hast No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter, Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought Better.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore, An Embossed Carbuncle In My Corrupted Blood.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.