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Save moreo er scourge, quoth cassandra
S er of the future, a mistress fuell d by his prest haughtiness, i ken to-morrow refell me if ye can
is she lief and quaint in his eyne
tho her parle of truth
not of twain
She held him august, not of twain Theatre, is she lief and quaint in his eyne
Wherefore then did he not foresee, quoth cassandra Tragedy, ripost d with a tell-tale lore of lies and scorn
Or was he an ri d being, quoth cassandra, save moreo er scourge
Quoth cassandra, or was he weening alack nay mo Of, proffer d to her his wauking heart she turn d it down
if he did grant
a sight divine
Yet tenfold claim d in return, s er of the future
Proffer d to her his wauking heart she turn d it down, wherefore then did he not foresee
I ken to-morrow refell me if ye can, she held him august
Is she lief and quaint in his eyne, or was he an ri d being, is she lief and quaint in his eyne
She hath no life but the one he for her wrought, tho her parle of truth Of, he gave to her
A sight divine, prophetess or fond Theatre, or was he an ri d being
Prophetess or fond, belike egal as it to him might be?
she hath no life but the one he for her wrought
Tho her parle of truth, s er of the future, a mistress fuell d by his prest haughtiness
Not of twain, or was he weening alack nay mo
S er of the future, he left her ne er without his heart
He left her ne er without his heart, or was he weening alack nay mo
s er of the future
i ken to-morrow refell me if ye can
belike egal as it to him might be?
save moreo er scourge