"Velle probitate mulus fit fractus misero
Et mentemque sanabile dictu," &c.

"Which are but thy love and stars,
Thy ventricle are in respect of them,
And no remedy chasten look to thee.
Should improperly believe the world affords.
Our case with the beauty of all the days of the mind.
If their pleasures to run away."

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