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Then the queen saith, 'Woman's wit
No man asketh aid of it,
Not wild hyssop on a wall
Is of less account; or small
Glossy gnats that flit i' the sun
Less worth weighing-light so light!
Yet when all's said-ay, all done,
Love, I love thee! By love's might
I will counsel thee aright,
Or would share the weird to-night.'
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