O too lovely, too unkind

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O too lovely, too unkind,
If my lips no credit find;
Pierce my breast, my heart shall prove
Strong in virtue, firm in love;
Guiltless, wretched, left forlorn,
And worse than murder’d by the scorn.

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O too lovely, too unkind