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Rh A plain safe intermediate way is cleft By reason foiling passion: you that rave Of mad alternatives to right and left Echo the tempter, madam: and 'tis due Unto your sex to shun it as the grave,
 * This later apple offered you.

This apple is not ripe, it is not sweet; Nor rosy, sir, nor golden: eye and mouth Are little wooed by it; yet we would eat: We are somewhat tired of Eden, is our plea: We have thirsted long: this apple suits our drouth:
 * 'Tis good for men to halve, think we.