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“In this sole Esp’erance thee, my Fair, I chase; that or thou weary her sad load to bear; or haply shall thy Beauty’s magick grace have power to change her sour malignant Star: And if thus change she, cease this useless race, for Love shall smite thee, gentle Ladye fair: And thou shalt wait when Love shall smite thee sore; and if thou wait what wait I, want I more?”