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Wear'st thou those glories draped about thy soul Thou dost present? And art thou by their feeling and control Thus eloquent? 'Tis with no feigned power thou bind'st our sense, No shallow art; Sure, lavish Nature gave thee heritance Of Hamlet's heart! Thou dost control our fancies with a might So wild, so fond, We quarrel, passed thy circle of delight, With things beyond;
"For whom bind'st back thy amber hair In neat simplicity?" Mrs. Grey. The poets are always raving about neat simplicity, or something else that is not the fashion. I suppose they sustain you in your condemnation of perfumes, too. Tomes. There I'm with Grey, and the poets, too, I think. Mrs. Grey. What say you, Mr. Key? Tomes.
"Reg. Indeed! "Hunts. Ay, and I'll watch and wait on thee all day, and cull the choicest flowers, which while thou bind'st in the mysterious knot of love, I'll tune for thee no vulgar lays, or tell thee tales shall make thee weep yet please thee while thus I press thy hand, and warm it thus with kisses. "Reg.
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