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So fares it with this faultful lord of Rome, (716)

Who this accomplishment so hotly chased; (717)

For now against himself he sounds this doom, (718)

That through the length of times he stands disgraced: (719)

Besides, his soul's fair temple is defaced; 719
To whose weak ruins muster troops of cares, (721)

To ask the spotted princess how she fares.

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