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EVERY CIRCUMSTANCE OF HIS PASSION IS A TORMENT TO HIM.
O scatter'd steps! O vague and busy thoughts! / O firm-set memory! O fierce desire! / O passion powerful! O failing heart! / O eyes of mine, not eyes, but fountains now! / O leaf, which honourest illustrious brows, / Sole sign of double valour, and best crown! / O painful life, O error oft and sweet! / That make me search the lone plains and hard hills.
O beauteous face! where Love together placed / The spurs and curb, to strive with which is vain, / They prick and turn me so at his sole will.
O gentle amorous souls, if such there be! / And you, O naked spirits of mere dust, / Tarry and see how great my suffering is!
MACGREGOR.