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Hattie. 67 
love is a celestial harmony 
Of likely hearts, composed of stars' consent, 
Which join together in sweet sympathy, 
To work each other's joy and true content, 
Which they have harboured since their first descent, 
Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see 
And know each other here beloved to be. 
Spenser. 
I have done penance for contemning love; 
Whose high imperious thoughts have punished me 
With bitter fasts, with penitential groans, 
With nightly tears, and daily heart-sore sighs. 
Shakspeare. 
The Myrtle on thy breast or brow 
Would lively hope and love avow. 
J. E. Wijfcn. 
Comfort cannot soothe 
The heart whose life is centred in the thought 
Of happy loves, once known, and still in hope, 
Living with a consuming energy. 
Percival. 
As in the sweetest bud 
The eating canker dwells, so eating love 
Inhabits in the finest wits of all. ’ 
Shakspeare. 
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