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THE FLORAL
VIOLET.
Love no man in good earnest, nor no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honor come off again.
Shakspeare.
You are now sailed into the north of my lady’s opinion; where you will hang like an icicle on a Dutchman’s beard, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt.
Shakspeare.
