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141 In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes 142 Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate 143 Lo! as a careful housewife runs to catch 144 Two loves I have of comfort and despair 145 Those lips that Love’s own hand did make 146 Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth 147 My love is as a fever, longing still 148 O me, what eyes hath Love put in my head 149 Canst thou, O cruel! say I love thee not 150 O, from what power hast thou this powerful might 151 Love is too young to know what conscience is 152 In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn 153 Cupid laid by his brand, and fell asleep 154 The little Love-god lying once asleep