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(673)
This said, he sets his foot upon the light, (674)

For light and lust are deadly enemies: (675)

Shame folded up in blind concealing night, (676)

When most unseen, then most doth tyrannize. (677)

The wolf hath seized his prey, the poor lamb cries;
(678)
Till with her own white fleece her voice controll'd (679)

Entombs her outcry in her lips' sweet fold:

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