Halved, in each act, in e’ry merry cheer,
In every slap I must, alas, bestow,
In this turmoil, the tangled briar so near,
Of knowing I must let thee finally go.
Tetrameter Twenty-One
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Halved, in each act, in e’ry merry cheer,
In every slap I must, alas, bestow,
In this turmoil, the tangled briar so near,
Of knowing I must let thee finally go.
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