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'Come, Philomel, that sing'st of ravishment, (1129)

Make thy sad grove in my dishevell'd hair: (1130)

As the dank earth weeps at thy languishment, (1131)

So I at each sad strain will strain a tear, (1132)

And with deep groans the diapason bear;
For burden-wise I'll hum on Tarquin still, (1134)

While thou on Tereus descant'st better skill.

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