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And now this pale swan in her watery nest (1612)

Begins the sad dirge of her certain ending; (1613)

'Few words,' quoth she, 'shall fit the trespass best, (1614)

Where no excuse can give the fault amending: (1615)

In me moe woes than words are now depending;
And my laments would be drawn out too long, (1617)

To tell them all with one poor tired tongue.

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