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So love did vanish with my state. Which now my soul repents too late; Then, maids and wives, in time amend. For love and beauty will have end. --BALLAD OF JANE SHORE.
Oh, it grieves my soul That I must draw this metal from my side To be a widow-maker! --SHAKSPEARE.