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Even in this thought |
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through the dark night he stealeth |
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A captive victor that hath lost in gain |
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Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth |
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The scar that will |
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despite of cure |
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remain |
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Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain |
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She hears the load of lust he left behind |
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And he the burden of a gulity mind |
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He thence departs a heavy convertite |
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She there remains a hopeless castaway |
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He in his speed looks for the morning light |
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She prays she never may behold the day |
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For day |
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quoth she |
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night's scapes doth open lay |
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And my true eyes have never practised how |
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To cloak offences with a cunning brow |
