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With threatening language, such as virgins fear.Fear having chill'd the current of her blood,She pale as Parian marble statue stood;Tears, which suspense did for a while restrain,Gush'd forth, and down her cheeks the deluge ran.As when the sun does by a powerful beamDissolve the frost, it runs into a stream.The lamentable objects struck me dead,And tears of blood to quench those tears I shed;Thrice at her feet the prostrate suppliant fell,And thrice did she repulse the criminal.What would I not your anger to abate,Redeem your favour, or remove your hate?To your revenge no means or method spare;Revenge, alas! is easy to the fair.