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Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
Poet
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
Appall
Lamenting
Raging
Waking
Rage
Passion
Love

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