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124 (On like conditions, thy hand conquering) o'er me

Rule: but if God the opposite ordain us,

Thou shalt learn—late taught, certes—to be modest.

Greatly-intending thou art:

Much-mindful, too, hast thou cried

(Since thy mind, with its slaughter-outpouring part,

Is frantic) that over the eyes, a patch

Of blood—with blood to match—

Is plain for a pride!

Yet still, bereft of friends, thy fate

Is—blow with blow to expiate!

And this thou hearest—of my oaths, just warrant!