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second

husband

kisses me

in bed.

King. I do

believe

you think

what now

you speak;

But what

we do

determine

oft we

break.

Purpose is

but the

slave to

memory, Of

violent

birth, but

poor

validity;

Which now,

like fruit

unripe,

sticks on

the tree,

But fall

unshaken

when they

mellow be.

Most

necessary

'tis that

we forget

To pay

ourselves

what to

ourselves

is debt.

What to

ourselves

in passion

we

propose,

The

passion

ending,

doth the

purpose