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Do we indeed desire the dead / Should still be near us at our side? / Is there no baseness we would hide? / No inner vileness that we dread?
Shall he for whose applause I strove, / I had such reverence for his blame, / See with clear eye some hidden shame / And I be lessen'd in his love?