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Love’s Labor

If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial and last love;
[...] I will be thine.
      —William Shakespeare, Love’s Labours Lost, Act V, Scene II, lines 824-826 and 830.