Memory serves his work destroyed,
Be all seat mine eyes reserved,
How soon they gazed drooping,
If not glown fear seeping,
Those tears you're weeping,
Why then has your love betrayed?
When I shook you raptured,
In all hearts a snare smiled,
Such works ere breath we shared,
Now see such powered kneel,
A teeth laid bare, stoned a pose,
Not even so shall compose you high,
When all other heights invite near,
At the tome dismay, come first life,
Applaud: this prologue was ended.
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