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Twice ten years old not fully toldsince nature gave me breath,
My race is run, my thread spun,lo, here is fatal death
All men must die, and so must I;this cannot be revoked
For Adam's sake this word God spakewhen he so high provoked

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using
Why so
More we enjoy it, more it dies; If not enjoy'd, it sighing cries— Heigh ho
Love is a torment of the min...