The noisome weeds
Upon the foot of fear
Nothing pleases me
Excellent device
What have I done, being young
Any stigma will do
Put me on earth again
Naked I descend
Cheating for beauty's sake
No pity in the clouds
To suffer and endure
Thou art indeed just, lord
Tragedy's preoccupation
Knows at what time to promise
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