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  • And what was it that I delighted in, but to love, and be beloved? but I kept not the measure of love, of mind to mind, friendshipÂ’s bright boundary: but out of the muddy concupiscene of the flesh, and the bubblings of youth, mists fumed up which beclouded and overcast my heart, that I could not discern the clear brightness of love from the fog of lustfulness.

    The Second Book

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