The hero of Affairs of love By far too numerous to be mentioned, And scarred as I`m, It seemeth time That I were mustered out and pensioned. So on this wall My lute and all I hang, and dedicate to Venus; And I implore But one thing more Ere all is at an end between us. O goddess fair Who reignest where The weather`s seldom bleak and snowy, This boon I urge: In anger scourge My old cantankerous sweetheart, Chloe!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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