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Whence came it that I knew in others' case / How bitter-sweet and tyrant-slave is love, / How quick to jealous doubt it yieldeth place, / If mine own self did ne'er his power prove?
Whence knew I the deep sense that in the soul / Is thrill'd and thrall'd by perfect beauty's sight, / If never beauty did myself control / With all the mastery of sovran might?