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"Fair, kind, and true," says Shakespeare
"Fast, kindle, and toon," varying to other sphere
Against death, and all-oblivious quantity
My Muse has grown with this growing quality
"I hate, I hate", her alteration singed
Upon snow with ashing glow not esteemed
A ball from snow away she threw,
Over the rainbow it went willful-slow
The miles are measured falling and fell

A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
A man in hue all ‘hues’ in his controlling,

A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both,

A torment thrice three-fold thus to be cross’d:

A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted,

Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Admit impediments. Love is not love