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...he desired, perhaps I might. — But no -What here we call our life is such, So little to he loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unhound spirit into honds again. Thou, as a gallant hark from Alhion's coast (The storms all weathered...

...desired, perhaps I might. — But no — what here we call our life is such, So little to be loved, and thou so much, That I should ill requite thee to constrain Thy unbound spirit into bonds again. Thus, as a gallant hark from Albion's coast (The storms all weathered and the ocean crossed) Shoots...