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FLEEING FROM LOVE, HE FALLS INTO THE HANDS OF HIS MINISTERS.
Full well I know that natural wisdom nought, / Love, 'gainst thy power, in any age prevail'd, / For snares oft set, fond oaths that ever fail'd, / Sore proofs of thy sharp talons long had taught; / But lately, and in me it wonder wrought -- / With care this new experience be detail'd -- / 'Tween Tuscany and Elba as I sail'd / On the salt sea, it first my notice caught.