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HE BLAMES LOVE FOR WOUNDING HIM ON A HOLY DAY (GOOD FRIDAY).
'Twas on the morn, when heaven its blessed ray / In pity to its suffering master veil'd, / First did I, Lady, to your beauty yield, / Of your victorious eyes th' unguarded prey.