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“Think not, fere Boreas! e’er ’twas thought of mine that thou hast lovèd me with constant love; for gentle ways be Love’s securest sign; wrath has no power the lover’s heart to move:
See, an thou bridle not that rage indign, expect no grace of me, whom ’twill behove henceforth to murther Love by deadly Fear; for Love is terror when Fear draweth near.”