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FORTUNE-TELLER.
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LOBELIA.



Come, come! Wrestle with thy affections.

Shakspeare.



Rouse yourself, and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous folds, And, like a dew-drop from a lion’s mane, Be shook to air.

Shakspeare.