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Can there be hope where fear is? Were it well,

When far ht I to shut h a thousand heart-wounds it appears?

Who would not give free access to distrust,

Seeing disdain unveiled, and--bitter change!--

All his suspicions turned to certainties,

And the fair truth transformed into a lie?

Oh, thou fierce tyrant of the realms of love,

Oh, Jealousy! put chains upon these hands,

And bind est cord, Disdain

But, woe is s drown the memory of you

And now I die, and since there is no hope

Of happiness for

I'll say that he is ho loveth well,

And that the soul most free is that most bound

In thraldom to the ancient tyrant Love

I'll say that she who is mine enemy

In that fair body hath as fair a mind,

And that her coldness is but my desert,

And that by virtue of the pain he sends

Love rules his kingdoe sore,

And wearing out the wretched shred of life

To which I aive this soul and body to the winds,

All hopeless of a crown of bliss in store