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On a Fountain.
In the fount fell my tears, like rain, / And straight defil'd became its flood; / How should it undefil'd remain, / All purpled o'er with human blood?
The Pursued.
How wretched roams the weary wight, / Who rage of keen pursuers fears; / The whole earth's surface in his sight / A hunter's treacherous net appears.