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(589)
'All which together, like a troubled ocean, (590)

Beat at thy rocky and wreck-threatening heart, (591)

To soften it with their continual motion; (592)

For stones dissolved to water do convert. (593)

O, if no harder than a stone thou art,
(594)
Melt at my tears, and be compassionate! (595)

Soft pity enters at an iron gate.

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