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CROMLET'S LILT. 263
Wherefore I '11 me address
Into some wilderness,
Where unheard I '11 express
My anxious pain.
Did we not both conjure
By Stygian lake,
That sacred oath most pure
The gods did take,
That we should both prove true :
You to me, I to you,
By that most solemn vow
We both did make ?
But thou perfidiously
Didst violate
Thy promise made to me,
To my regret ;
For all the great respect,
Wherewith I thee affect,
Is paid with such neglect,
Love 's turned to hate.
What tyrant e'er could hatch,
Though inhumane,
A torturing rack and match
To this my pain ?
barbarous cruelty,
That I, for loving thee,
Should basely murdered be
By thy disdain !
1 '11 go find out a cell,
Where light ne'er shined :
There I '11 resolve to dwell,
And be confined,

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