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 The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled out of tune, and harsh; That unmatched form and feature of blown youth Blasted with ecstasy; Oh, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

King. Love? his affections do not that way tend; Nor what he spake, though it lack'd form a little. Was not like madness. There's something in his soul O'er which his melancholy sits on brood; And I do doubt the hatch and the disclose