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2379	Swinburne, Algernon Charles	Chastelard, a Tragedy			.txt	text/plain	27702	3419	107	Give me one word; nay, lady, for love's sake; I love her for sweet eyes or brows or hair, Nay, let love wait and praise me, in God's name, For its love's sake I pray you let it live. 'T is a true song; love shall not pluck time back I think, to love me: even a fool's sweet fault. Love shall live after life in any man? Men shall hold love fast always in such wise Nay, come, look up: this is no game, God wot. For such things died or lied in sweet love's face, Men's hearts and loves and the sweet spoil of souls She said such men were good for great queens' love. You know now well enough; yea, there, sweet love, For God's love look a little to this thing. God knows the heart, sweet, that I love you with. Yea, God shall not be bitter with my love,	./cache/2379.txt	./txt/2379.txt