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"Beneath this sky, so livid and strange, / Tormented like thy destiny, / What thoughts within thy spirit range / Themselves? -- O libertine reply."
-- With vain desires, for ever torn / Towards the uncertain, and the vast, / And yet, like Ovid -- I'll not mourn -- / Who from his Roman Heaven was cast.