If thou misdoubt, as thou may'st well misdoubt, Because I'm now so wild, and vain withal, That should I speed, my love would quickly out, And I unto my old rebates would fall; O let the thought thereof no place obtain, But banish it, as enemy to good; Try me awhile before I reap the gain, Which so long wisht, hath so long been withstood; Try me, I say, and thou shalt me restore, For verjuice sweet'ned once, will sour no more.
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