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1    II|      wayward beauty doth not fancy move,~A frown forbids, a
2    IV|  much he said, but they with fancy blind,~Accept his grant,
3     V| breast him bear~As his blind fancy would his journey frame,~
4    VI|  same seems him, so love and fancy tells.~ ~ LXII~Within the
5    VI|  secret thoughts thus to her fancy said,~Behold thy dear in
6    XV|      bold~In idleness, love, fancy, folly light;~When Phoebus
7   XVI|      above,~All breathed out fancy sweet, and sighed out love.~ ~
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