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HE IS CONTINUALLY IN FEAR OF DISPLEASING HER.
If thus the dear glance of my lady slay, / On her sweet sprightly speech if dangers wait, / If o'er me Love usurp a power so great, / Oft as she speaks, or when her sun-smiles play; / Alas! what were it if she put away, / Or for my fault, or by my luckless fate, / Her eyes from pity, and to death's full hate, / Which now she keeps aloof, should then betray.