There shall the scores of either love be read, And there my pains in which thou hast delighted, There shall my love for her offences plead, There shall my vows be paid, my pains requited; And those that do except against my age, Harpocrates to silence shall conjure, A vulture shall his starv'd desire assuage Upon their hearts, 'cause thy my pains procure: What though I scarce have twice ten winters told, As much as is in man, in me behold.
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