And taste The melancholy joy of evils past For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
And taste The melancholy joy of evils past For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Your pleasure was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
Was all the harm I did.
His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught.
'Cause grace and virtue are within Prohibited degrees of kin And therefore no true saint allows They shall be suffer'd to espouse.
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