A wounded bird, that hath but one imperfect wing to soar upon. I cannot say, but I feel it is so and I am tormented accordingly. Guilt grows fate, no choice as before.
Venus, thy eternal sway. All the race of men obey. Thus let me hold thee to my heart, and every care resign. Love, then, hath every bliss in store.
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