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Even in this thought through the dark night he stealeth, (730)

A captive victor that hath lost in gain; (731)

Bearing away the wound that nothing healeth, (732)

The scar that will, despite of cure, remain; (733)

Leaving his spoil perplex'd in greater pain.
She bears the load of lust he left behind, (735)

And he the burden of a guilty mind.

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