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I from his hand that curs'd example took;But he was far less criminal than I,I was a lover, he an enemy.March like a conqueror in triumph now,With laurel wreaths encompassing your brow,And render to the mighty gods your vow:So, as you pass, th' attending gazing crowd,By their applause shall speak your courage loud:Let your sad captive in the front appear,With streaming cheeks, and with dishevell'd hair.Such lips were form'd for kinder words than these,Wounds made by lovers' furious ecstasies.Though like a torrent I was hurried on,A slave to passion which I could not shun,I might have only pierc'd her tender ear