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The wise world saith I not unlock'd my heart When I of thee and thy dear love did write, And would each word of mine to false convert, Doing my simple sense a double spite.
It saith thou wert but shadow born of nought, But vain creation of an apish rhyme, While, Fashion's fool, my strain'd invention sought To better them who best did please the time.