texts: Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. </s> <s> In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. </s> <s> I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. </s> <s> A right good marks-man! And she's fair I love. </s> <s> A right fair mark, fair cuz, is soonest hit.
labels: Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit With Cupid's arrow; Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes, Nor open her lap to saint-seducing gold: