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12166	Dryden, John	The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 02			.txt	text/plain	118114	14629	97	come and blanket thee anon; art thou not ashamed to lie a-bed so long? wit, than to think thou would'st come to so little purpose. _Burr, rising_.] And of all things in nature I love it best. Tis true she tells me; I love your wit well, sir; but I little bed is; I'll let my best room to a better pay-master: you know Oh, 'tis well thought on; 'faith thou know'st my I hope I shall have your good word, too, madam, to your If I stay, 'tis for love of my cousin Constance, not of But, madam, are you sure you shall not love him? 'Tis fit you know--I love Orazia too: The way to her loved life through mine shall lie. 'Tis thy false love that fears her destiny. A day shall come when in thy power Thou leav'st me, life, but love supplies thy part,	./cache/12166.txt	./txt/12166.txt