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I writ how once I wander'd from thy side, / Serving the strong suggestions of my blood, / Only to prove from worse things vainly tried / How far more precious grew thy sum of good.
If I so lov'd thee, what is my defence, / That thy dear love fail'd then my steps to stay, / That idle hours were idly given to sense, / And soul forsaken at the call of clay?