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21262	Marlowe, Christopher	The Works of Christopher Marlowe, Vol. 3 (of 3)			.txt	text/plain	73303	8409	96	Love makes thee cunning; thou art current now, 250 Ere thou come here, let Thetis thrice refine thee. But now perchance thy wench with thee doth rest, His love on thee, and can supply thy wants. While thou wert plain[188] I loved thy mind and face: And 'tis supposed Love's bow hath wounded thee; Here thou hast strength, here thy right hand doth rest. Yet Love, if thou with thy fair mother hear, Thou art as like thy father as may be: I love thee not for thy sweet modesty, I love thee not for thy enchanting eye, I love thee not for that my soul doth dance To come to thee, and be thy love. To live with thee, and be thy love. To live with thee, and be thy love. Thou long time his love did know; Think'st thou I ne'er saw men in love before?	./cache/21262.txt	./txt/21262.txt