A found poem from Act one on the Duke from the twelfth night.
Love sicken of thy sweet maiden
Tis lord, thou leap all civil bounds.
Rich, Noble and thee dear faith.
I myself am best, thou know’st fortunes.
It wooer to thee Olivia.
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