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Rasp her till wretched, wretched thou shalt fillThrice or e'en fourfold times her cavernous gape;And naught this haughty sprite shall 'vail thee whenPlunging thine errant head in plashing mire.Why lies it lazy? Doth its sloth displease thee?For once thou mayest weaken it unavenged;But when that golden boy again shall come,Soon as his patter on the path shalt hear,