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  1. Will change the pebbles of our puddly thought To orient pearls.
  2. The will for deed I doe accept.
  3. Did thrust as now in others' corn his sickle.
  4. Only that he may conform To tyrant custom.
  5. In the jaws of death.
  6. Sweet grave aspect.
  7. In every hedge and ditch both day and night We fear our death, of every leafe affright.
  8. My lovely living boy, My hope, my hap, my love, my life, my joy.

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