HOW THE POET LOVES.

Hate I, and love I. Haps thou'lt ask me wherefore I do so.

Wot I not, yet so I do feeling a torture of pain.

I hate and I love. Wherefore do I so, peradventure thou askest. I know not,

but I feel it to be thus and I suffer.

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