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“For Juliana comes, and she, what I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me.”

“As lines, so love's oblique, may wellThemselves in every angle greet :But ours,…”

“The grave's a fine and private place,But none, I think, do there embrace.”

“Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And wh…”