texts: God pardon sin, was thou with Rosaline!? </s> <s> Rosaline? My ghostly father no; I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. </s> <s> That's my good son: but where hast thou been
labels: I have been feasting with mine enemy, where on a sudden one hath wounded me, that's by me wounded; both our remeidies within thy help and holy physic lies.