As palmers live for peace that never dies.

iv.

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It were a goodly thing to spare a foe

I

I

I

And kill his hate. And I would e'en do so!

For I would kill the coyness of thy face.

I would enfold thee in my spurn'd embrace

And kiss the kiss that gladdens as with wine.

Yea, I would wrestle with those arms of thine,

And, like a victor, I would vanquish thee,

And, tyrant-like, I'd teach thee to be mine.

v.

For, what is peace that we should cling thereto

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