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The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead and makes my labors pleasures.

Oh, she is ten times more gentle than her father is crabbed and he's composed of harshness.

I must remove some thousands of these logs and pile them up upon a sore injunction.

My mistress weeps when she sees me work.

As a woman I feel like it's time for us to like stand up and be like,