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Sidonie Garrett
Sidonie Garrett • 2 years ago

Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound: And maidens call it love-in-idleness. Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once: The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.

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