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SYMPTOMS OF LOVE.
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Then can they chide while at their side
 Their husbands strive to sleep;
"Why, how you do snore! go He on the floor
 Such is the coil they keep.

So women are best when they're at rest,
 If you can catch them still;
Cross them, they chide, and are worse—I have tried—
 If you grant them their will.

Give them their way, they still say nay,
 And change their mind in a trice;
Let them alone, or you will own
 That mine was good advice.

Symptoms of Love.
Once did my thoughts both ebb and flow,
 As passion did them move;
Once did I hope, straight fear again,—
 And then I was in love.

Once did I waking spend the night,
 And told how many minutes move;
Once did I wishing waste the day,—
 And then I was in love.

Once, by my carving true-love's knot,
 The weeping trees did prove
That wounds and tears were both our lots,—
 And then I was in love.

Once did I breathe another's breath,
 And in my mistress move;
Once was I not mine own at all,—
 And then I was in love.

Once wore I bracelets made of hair,
 And collars did approve;
Once were my clothes made out of wax,—
 And then I was in love.

Once did I sonnet to my saint,
 My soul in numbers move;
Once did I tell a thousand lies,—
 And then I was in love.

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