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I hid what I endured of him[FN#110] and yet it came to light, *

And nightly sleep mine eyelids fled and changed to sleepless

night: Oh world! Oh Fate! withhold thy hand and cease thy hurt

and harm * Look and behold my hapless sprite in colour and

affright: Wilt ne'er show ruth to highborn youth who lost him on

the way * Of Love, and fell from wealth and fame to lowest basest

wight. Jealous of Zephyr's breath was I as on your form he

breathed * But whenas Destiny descends she blindeth human

sight[FN#111] What shall the hapless archer do who when he fronts

his foe * And bends his bow to shoot the shaft shall find his

string undight? When cark and care so heavy bear on youth[FN#112]

of generous soul * How shall he 'scape his lot and where from

Fate his place of flight?