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If wrongfully I moan'd thy 'pretty wrongs', / When I was 'sometime absent from thy heart', / O none so trusting but to him belongs / Some moody moment of his mortal part!
No man doth Nature make whose trust doth ever / Unveering with all winds point still the same; / None is so whole in health he knows no fever / To shake the firm composure of his frame.