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Grandpa Pencil's William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis 95 |
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What wax so frozen but dissolves with tempering,
And yields at last to every light impression?
Things out of hope are compass'd oft with venturing,
Chiefly in love, whose leave exceeds commission
Affection faints not like a pale-fac'd coward,
But then woos best when most his choice is froward.
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