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Ere yet my heart was sweet Love's tomb, / Love laboured honey busily. / I was the hive and Love the bee, / My heart the honey-comb. / One very dark and chilly night / Pride came beneath and held a light.
The cruel vapours went through all, / Sweet Love was withered in his cell; / Pride took Love's sweets, and by a spell / Did change them into gall; / And Memory tho' fed by Pride / Did wax so thin on gall, / Awhile she scarcely lived at all, / What marvel that she died?