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We cannot cross the cause why we were born;

Therefore of all hands must we be forsworn.

King.

What, did these rent lines show some love of thine?

Ber.

Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,

That (like a rude and savage man of Inde),

At the first op’ning of the gorgeous east,

Bows not his vassal head, and strooken blind,

Kisses the base ground with obedient breast?

What peremptory eagle-sighted eye

Dares look upon the heaven of her brow,

That is not blinded by her majesty?

King.

What zeal, what fury, hath inspir’d thee now?

My love (her mistress) is a gracious moon,

She (an attending star) scarce seen a light.

Ber.

My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Berowne.

O, but for my love, day would turn to night!

Of all complexions the cull’d sovereignty

Do meet as at a fair in her fair cheek,

Where several worthies make one dignity,

Where nothing wants that want itself doth seek.

Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues—

Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not.

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