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| HOW 1 many new years have grown old | |
| Since first your servant old was new; | |
| How many long hours have I told | |
| Since first my love was vowed to you; | |
| And yet, alas, she does not know | 5 |
| Whether her servant love or no. | |
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| How many walls as white as snow, | |
| And windows clear as any glass, | |
| Have I conjured to tell you so, | |
| Which faithfully performèd was; | 10 |
| And yet you’ll swear you do not know | |
| Whether your servant love or no. | |
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| How often hath my pale, lean face, | |
| With true characters of my love, | |
| Petitionèd to you for grace, | 15 |
| Whom neither sighs nor tears can move; | |
| O cruel, yet do you not know | |
| Whether your servant love or no. | |
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| And wanting oft a better token, | |
| I have been fain to send my heart, | 20 |
| Which now your cold disdain hath broken, | |
| Nor can you heal’t by any art: | |
| O look upon’t, and you shall know | |
| Whether your servant love or no. | |
