"For thou thyself has been a libertine,
As sensual as the brutish string itself;
And all the embossed sores and headed evils
That you with licence of the free foot hast caught,
Wouldst thou disgourge into the general world!"
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"His soul shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung."
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"For shade to shade will come too drowsily,
And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul."
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"Je suis le tenebreux-le veuf-,l'inconsole,
Le prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie:
Ma seule etoile est morte-et mon luth constelle
Porte le soleil noir de la melancolie."
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