| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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| La Belle | 'I made a garland for her head' | 100%
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| Sonnet 116 | 'the marriage of true mindes/ admit impediments, love is not love' | 100%
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| The Garden of Love | 'A chapel was built in the midst,/ Where I used to play on the green' | 0%
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| La Belle | 'a lily on thy brow [...] a fading rose' | 0%
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| La Belle | 'and honey wild, and manna-dew' | 0%
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| Sonnet 116 | 'an ever fixed marke [...] the star to every wandring barke' | 0%
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| The Flea | 'a sin, nor shame, not loss of maidenhead [...] and pampered swells with one blood made of two' | 0%
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| The Garden of Love | 'binding with briars my joys and desires.' | 0%
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| The Scrutiny | 'but I must search the black and fair/ Like skilfful mineralists' | 0%
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| La Belle | 'cold hill side [...] death-pale [...] starved' | 0%
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| Who so | 'Diamondes [...] faier neck [...] Noli me tangere for Cesars I ame' | 0%
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| The Scrutiny | 'I laden will return to thee,/ Ev'n sated with variety.' | 0%
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| The Scrutiny | 'I must all other Beauties wrong,/ And rob thee of a new embrace' | 0%
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| La Belle | 'I shut her wild wild eyes' | 0%
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| The Ruined Maid | 'I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown' | 0%
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| Sonnet 116 | 'Lov's not Time's foole, though rosie lips and cheeks/ Within his bending sickles compasse come' | 0%
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| The Flea | 'mark but this flea [...] how little that which thou deny'st me [...] our two bloods mingled be' | 0%
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| Who so | 'my weried mynde/ Drawe from the Deere' | 0%
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| At an Inn | 'O severing sea and land,/ O laws of men,/ Ere death, once let us stand/ as we stood then!' | 0%
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| The Flea | 'our marriage bed, and marriage temple is; though parents grudge' | 0%
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| Who so | 'Sithens in a net I seke to hold the wynde' | 0%
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| The Ruined Maid | 'some polish is gained with one's ruin' | 0%
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| The Garden of Love | 'sweet flowers [...] tomb-stones [...] priests in black gowns' | 0%
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| At an Inn | 'The spheres above, made them our ministers' | 0%
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| At an Inn | 'within his hold/ Love lingered numb.' | 0%
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| The Ruined Maid | 'your hands were like paws then [...] your little gloves' | 0%
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