LOBELIA. 
Come, come! Wrestle with thy affections. 
Shakspeare. 
Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid 
Shall from your neck unloose his amorous 
folds, 
And, like a dew-drop from a lion’s mane, 
Be shook to air. 
Shakspeare. 
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