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Hint
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Answer
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So Oft Have I Invoked Thee For My ______
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muse
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Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy ______
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aid
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O! How I Faint When I Do Write Of ______
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you
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Or I Shall Live Your Epitaph To ______
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make
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I Grant Thou Wert Not Married To My ______
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muse
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I Never Saw That You Did Painting ______
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need
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Who Is It That Says Most, Which Can Say ______
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more
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My Tongue-Tied Muse In Manners Holds Her ______
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still
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Was It The Proud Sail Of His Great ______
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verse
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Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My ______
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possessing
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When Thou Shalt Be Dispos’d To Set Me ______
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light
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Say That Thou Didst Forsake Me For Some ______
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fault
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Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt; If Ever, ______
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now
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Some Glory In Ttheir Birth, Some In Their ______
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skill
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But Do Thy Worst To Steal Thyself ______
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away
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So Shall I Live, Supposing Thou Art ______
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true
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They That Have Power To Hurt, And Will Do ______
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none
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How Sweet And Lovely Dost Thou Make The ______
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shame
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Some Say Thy Fault Is Youth, Some ______
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wantonness
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How Like A Winter Hath My Absence ______
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been
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From You Have I Been Absent In The ______
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spring
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The Forward Violet Thus Did I ______
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chide
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Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget’st So ______
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long
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O Truant Muse, What Shall Be Thy ______
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amends
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My Love Is Strengthen’d, Though More Weak In ______
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seeming
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Alack, What Poverty My Muse Brings ______
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forth
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To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be ______
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old
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Let Not My Love Be Called ______
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idolatry
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When In The Chronicle Of Wasted ______
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time
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Not Mine Own Fears, Nor The Prophetic ______
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soul
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What’s In The Brain That Ink May ______
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character
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O! Never Say That I Was False Of ______
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heart
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Alas! ‘Tis True, I Have Gone Here And ______
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there
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O For My Sake Do You With Fortune ______
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chide
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Your Love And Pity Doth Th’ Impression ______
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fill
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Since I Left You, Mine Eye Is In My ______
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mind
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Or Whether Doth My Mind, Being Crowned With ______
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you
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Those Lines That I Before Have Writ Do ______
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lie
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Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True ______
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minds
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Accuse Me Thus: That I Have Scanted ______
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alll
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Like As To Make Our Appetites More ______
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keen
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What Potions Have I Drunk Of Siren ______
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tears
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That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me ______
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now
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‘Tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile ______
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esteemed
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Thy Gift, Thy Tables, Are Within My ______
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brain
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Thy Pyramids Built Up With Newer ______
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might
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If My Dear Love Were But The Child Of ______
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state
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Were’t Ought To Me I Bore The ______
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canopy
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O Thou, My Lovely Boy, Who In Thy ______
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pow'r
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In The Old Age Black Was Not Counted ______
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fair
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How Oft When Thou, My Music, Music ______
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play'st
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Th’ Expense Of Spirit In A Waste Of ______
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shame
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My Mistress’ Eyes Are Nothing Like The ______
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sun
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Thou Art As Tyrannous, So As Thou ______
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art
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Thine Eyes I Love, And They, As Pitying ______
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me
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Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To ______
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groan
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So Now I Have Confessed That He Is ______
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thine
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Whoever Hath Her Wish, Thou Hast Thy ______
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will
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If Thy Soul Check Thee That I Come So ______
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near
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Thou Blind Fool, Love, What Dost Thou To Mine ______
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eyes
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When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of ______
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truth
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O! Call Not Me To Justify The ______
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wrong
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Be Wise As Thou Art ______
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cruel
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In Faith I Do Not Love You With Mine ______
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eyes
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Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue ______
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hate
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Lo, As A Careful Housewife Runs To ______
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catch
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Two Loves I Have Of Comfort And ______
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despair
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Those Lips That Love’s Own Hand Did ______
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make
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Poor Soul, The Centre Of My Sinful ______
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earth
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My Love Is As A Fever Longing ______
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still
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O Me! What Eyes Hath Love Put In My ______
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head
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Canst Thou, O Cruel! Say I Love Thee ______
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not
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O! From What Power Hast Thou This Powerful ______
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might
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Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience ______
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is
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In Loving Thee Thou Kow’st I Am ______
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forsworn
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Cupid Laid By His Brand And Fell ______
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asleep
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The Little Love-God Lying Once ______
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asleep
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