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WRETCHED and foolish jealousy,
How cam'st thou thus to enter me?
I ne'er was of thy kind:
Nor have I yet the narrow mind
To vent that poor desire,
That others should not warm them at my fire:
I wish the sun should shine
On all men's fruits and flowers as well as mine.
But under the disguise of love, / Thou say'st thou only cam'st to prove / What my affections were.
Think'st thou that love is helped by fear? / Go, get thee quickly forth, / Love's sickness and his noted want of worth, / Seek doubting men to please.
I ne'er will owe my health to a disease.