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And me none told: not less to an eye like mine, A lidless watcher of the public weal,Last night, their mask was patent, and my foot Was to you: but I thought again: I fear'dTo meet a cold 'We thank you, we shall hear of it From Lady Psyche:' you had gone to her,She told, perforce; and winning easy grace,No doubt, for slight delay, remain'd among usIn our young nursery still unknown, the stem Less grain than touchwood, while my honest heat Were all miscounted as malignant hasteTo push my rival out of place and power.But public use required she should be known; And since my oath was ta'en for public use,I broke the letter of it to keep the sense.I spoke not then at first, but watch'd them well, Saw that they kept apart, no mischief done;And yet this day (tho' you should hate me for it) I judged it best to speak; but you had gone, Ridden to the hills, she likewise: now, I thought,
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