They are but beggars that can count their worth — But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
They are but beggars that can count their worth — But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
They are but beggars that can count their worth — But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
They are but beggars that can count their worth — But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
They are but beggars that can count their worth — But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
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They are but beggars that can count their worth

— But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up half of my wealth.
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