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0.036 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

0.3564 − 0.4805i

Drawing the boundary…

Whither runeth my sweethart

by John Bartlet

0.3809 − 0.5068i

Drawing the boundary…

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On his Mistress, the Queen of Bohemia

by Sir Henry Wotton

You meaner beauties of the night,
That poorly satisfy our eyes,
More by your number, than your light,
You common people of the skies;
  What are you when the moon shall rise?

You curious chanters of the wood,
That warble forth Dame Nature's lays,
Thinking your passions understood
By your weak accents; what's your praise,
  When Philomel her voice shall raise?

You violets that first appear,
By your pure purple mantles known,
Like the proud virgins of the year,
As if the spring were all your own;
  What are you when the rose is blown?

So, when my mistress shall be seen
In form and beauty of her mind,
By virtue first, then choice, a Queen,
Tell me if she were not design'd
  Th' eclipse and glory of her kind?

Whither runeth my sweethart

by John Bartlet

Whither runeth my sweethart
Stay and take me with thee,
Merily Ile play my part,
Stay and thou shalt see me,
O have I ketcht thee, hay ding a ding a ding
This ketching is a prety thing.

Tarrie are you gone againe
What no longer liking,
I wil ketch thee once a-gaine,
Stay while I am rising,
Do you tarry then prety little one I thought
I shold please thee ere we did part.

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