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Haste thee, harsh verse, as fast as thy lame measure / Will give thee leave, to him-my pain and pleasure. / I've given thee, and yet thou art too weak, / Feet, and a reasoning soul, and tongue to speak. / Tell him all questions, which men have defended, / Both of the place and pains of hell, are ended; / And 'tis decreed, our hell is but privation / Of him, at least in this earth's habitation. / And 'tis where I am, where in every street / Infections follow, overtake, and meet. / Live I or die, by you my love is sent; / And you're my pawns, or else my testament.