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    Father, thy woman driveth thee to lovers’ foppish folly

    Forsooth, but dignity is coin I gladly trade for Cupid’s coveted ware — She is fair moonlight upon the waters of my soul

    Speak narrow truth now Father for such promises my childish heart cannot but leap upon with faith

    Tis ground I speak to catch thy eager feet, Child, and though it bury my ambition it lifteth me as well it quench my thirst