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Ravished; (alas and alas!) of our life thou cruellest cruelVenom, (alas and alas!) plague of our friendship and pest.Yet must I now lament that lips so pure of the purest Damsel, thy slaver foul soiled with filthiest kiss.But ne'er hope to escape scot free; for thee shall all agesKnow, and what thing thou be, Fame, the old crone, shall declare.