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When tedious much and over weary long, Cruel disdain reflecting from her brow, Hath been the cause that I endured such wrong And rest thus discontent and weary now. Yet when posterity in time to come, Shall find th' uncancelled tenour of her vow, And her disdain be then confessed of some, How much unkind and long, I find it now, O yet even then--though then will be too late To comfort me; dead, many a day, ere then-- They shall confess I did not force her heart; And time shall make it known to other men That ne'er had her disdain made me despair, Had she not been so excellently fair.