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412 SHAKESPEARE'S MAIDENS AND WOMEN That he is loved of me : I follow him not By any token of presumptuous suit ; Nor would I have him, till I do deserve him ; Nor yet know how that desert should be. I know I love in vain, strive against hope ; Yet, in this captious and intenible sieve, I still pour in the waters of my love, And lack not to lose still : thus, Indian-like, Religious in mine error, I adore The sun that looks upon his worshipper, But knows of him no more. My dearest madam, Let not your hate encounter with my love, For loving where you do : but, if yourself, Whose aged honour cites a virtuous youth, Did ever, in so true a flame of liking, Wish chastely, and love dearly, that your Dian Was both herself and love, then give pity To her, whose state is such, that cannot choose But lend and give, where she is sure to lose ; That seeks not to find that her search implies, But, riddle-like, lives sweetly where she dies. CELIA. [As You LIKE IT, Act I. Scene 2.] Ros. From henceforth, I will, coz, and devise sports : let me see, What think you of falling in love 1 Cel. Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport withal : but