Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
Abashed the devil stood and felt how awful goodness is and saw Virtue in her shape how lovely: and pined his loss
So he sighed and pined and ogled,And his passion boiled and bubbled,Till he blew his silly brains out,And no more was by it troubled.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
Feed on her damask cheek she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
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