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Thy words are torture to me, that scarce grieve thee --
That entire death shall null my entire thought; / And I feel torture, not that I believe thee, / But that I cannot disbelieve thee not.
Shall that of me that now contains the stars / Be by the very contained stars survived?
Thus were Fate all unjust. Yet what truth bars / An all unjust Fate's truth from being believed?
Conjecture cannot fit to the seen world / A garment of its thought untorn or covering, / Or with its stuffed garb forge an otherworld / Without itself its dead deceit discovering; / So, all being possible, an idle thought may / Less idle thoughts, self-known no truer, dismay.