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FEW ARE THE SWEETS, BUT MANY THE BITTERS OF LOVE.
Ever my hap is slack and slow in coming, / Desire increasing, ay my hope uncertain / With doubtful love, that but increaseth pain; / For, tiger-like, so swift it is in parting.