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turn white and swoon at tragic shows;
'That not a heart which in his level came
Could scape the hail of his
all-hurting aim,
Showing fair nature is both kind and tame;
And,
veil'd in them, did win whom he would maim:
Against the thing he
sought he would exclaim;
When he most burned in heart-wish'd
luxury,
He preach'd pure maid and prais'd cold chastity.
'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed

fiend he cover'd,
That the unexperienc'd gave the tempter place,

Which, like a cherubin, above them hover'd.
Who, young and simple,
would not be so lover'd?
Ay me! I fell, and yet do question make

What I should do again for such a sake.
'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his
cheek so glow'd,
O, that forc'd thunder from his heart did fly,
O,
that sad breath his spongy lungs bestow'd,
O, all that borrow'd motion,
seeming ow'd,
Would yet again betray the fore-betray'd,
And new
pervert a reconciled maid.'
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