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16208	Dryden, John	The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 05			.txt	text/plain	111013	13374	94	_Har._ 'Tis much against the will of all her friends, she loves your _Isab._ Now I shall love your God, because I see that he takes care of _Fisc._ Let him enjoy his love a little while, it will break no _Fisc._ Since you command me, sir, 'tis said of you, I know not how _Beam._ Come, let me have the Sea-Fight; I like that better than a Towerson, in vain I saved thy sleeping life if now I let thee lose it, _Har. Jun._ 'Tis you delight to torture me; behold the man who loves _Har._ You will grow a corpulent gentleman like me; I shall love you Look round and see where thou canst place thy love: _Adam._ When to my arms thou brought'st thy virgin love, Blame me not, heaven; if thou love's power hast tried, _Vent._ My emperor; the man I love next heaven:	./cache/16208.txt	./txt/16208.txt