Quote #43
Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.
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- So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.
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- Take heed of loving me.
- Whilst my physicians by their love are grown Cosmographers, and their map, who lie Flat on this bed.
- A bracelet of bright hair about the bone.