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Or as the Wolf doth grin before he barketh,
Or as the Berry breaks before it staineth:
Or like the deadly bullet of a Gun,
His meaning struck her ere his words begun.

And at his look she flatly falleth down,
For looks kill love, and love by looks reviveth:
A smile recures the wounding of a frown,
But blessed bankrupt, that by love so thriveth:
The silly boy believing she is dead,
Claps her pale cheek, till clapping makes it red.

And in amaze brake off his late intent,
For sharply he did think to reprehend her:
Which cunning love did wittily prevent,
Fair fall the wit that can so well defend her:
For on the grass she lies as she were slain,
'Till his breath breatheth life in her again.

He wrings her nose, he strikes her on the cheeks,
He bends her fingers, holds her pulses hard,
He chafes her lips, a thousand ways he seeks
To mend the hurt that his unkindness mar'd,
He kisses her, and she, by her good will,
Will never rise, so he will kiss her still.

The night of sorrow now is turn'd to day,
Her two blew windows faintly she up heaveth:
Like the fair Sun, when in his fresh array,
He cheers the morn, and all the world relieveth:

And