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 Intruding to the very heart, And wounding with a piercing dart. He bids me, lady fair, love you; And that, sweet maid, indeed I do: Then, to my suit, I pray incline, And take me for your Valentine.

Your looks, sweet madam, do resemble Hecate's, and they make me tremble, Lest you lay siege unto my heart, And make my future hours smart; I hope my fate does not design, To mate me with you, Valentine.